golden compass p51-53

When they heard him call, Lyra and Roger turned reluctantly rɪ'lʌktəntli 不情愿地 and walked, dragging ˈdræɡɪŋ 缓慢而费力地移动 their feet, into the great musty-smelling ˈmʌsti 有霉味的;发霉的 ˈsmelɪŋ 气味 dimness dɪmnəs 微暗;不清楚;混沌 of the oratory. Candles flickered ˈflɪkəd 闪烁;摇曳;颤动 here and there in front of images of the saints seɪnts (因其言行而被基督教会追封的)圣人，圣徒 ; a faint feɪnt (光\声\味)微弱的,不清楚的;微小的 and distant clatter ˈklætə(r) (硬物相碰)发出响亮的撞击声;移动发出(像硬物碰撞)的响声 came from the organ ˈɔːɡən 管风琴 loft lɒft (教堂的)楼厢, where some repairs rɪˈpeəz 修理;修补;修缮 were going on; a servant was polishing ˈpɒlɪʃɪŋ 擦光;磨光;修改;润饰;润色 the brass brɑːs 黄铜;黄铜制品 lectern ˈlektən (教堂中的)诵经台;(演讲的)讲台. Father Heyst beckoned ˈbekənd 招手示意;举手召唤 from the vestry ˈvestri (教堂的)祭衣室 door. “Where have you been?” he said to them. “I've seen you come in here two or three times now. What are you up to 你们要干嘛去?” His tone təʊn 语气;口气;腔调;口吻 was not accusatory əˈkjuːzətəri 谴责的;指责的;控告的. He sounded as if he were genuinely dʒenjuɪnli 由衷地;真诚地;真正地;诚实地 interested. His daemon flicked flɪkt 突然快速移动 a lizard ˈlɪzəd 蜥蜴 tongue tʌŋ 舌;舌头 at them from her perch pɜːtʃ 栖息处 on his shoulder. Lyra said, “We wanted to look down in the crypt.” “Whatever for?” “The...the coffins. We wanted to see all the coffins,” she said. “But why?” She shrugged ʃrʌɡd 耸肩(表示不知道或不在乎). It was her constant ˈkɒnstənt 不变的;固定的;恒定的 response when she was pressed. “And you,” he went on, turning to Roger. Roger's daemon anxiously æŋkʃəsli 焦急地;忧虑地 wagged wæɡd 摇,摆动 her terrier ˈteriə(r) 㹴(一种活泼的小狗) tail to propitiate prəˈpɪʃieɪt 使息怒 him. “What's your name?” “Roger,Father.” “If you're a servant, where do you work?” “In the kitchen, Father.” “Should you be there now?” “Yes, Father.” “Then be off with you 你走吧.” Roger turned and ran. Lyra dragged her foot from side to side on the floor. “As for you, Lyra,” said Father Heyst, “I'm pleased to see you taking an interest in what lies in the oratory. You are a lucky child, to have all this history around you.” “Mm əm 唔，嗯,” said Lyra. “But I wonder about your choice of companions. Are you a lonely child?” “No,” she said. “Do you...do you miss the society səˈsaɪəti 社会 of other children?” “No.” “I don't mean Roger the kitchen boy. I mean children such as yourself. Nobly ˈnəʊbli 高贵地 born children. Would you like to have some companions of that sort?” “No.” “But other girls, perhaps...” “No.” “You see, none of us would want you to miss all the usual childhood ˈtʃaɪldhʊd 童年;幼年;孩童时期 pleasures and pastimes ˈpɑːstaɪmz 消遣;休闲活动. I sometimes think it must be a lonely life for you here among a company ˈkʌmpəni 陪伴;做伴 of elderly Scholars, Lyra. Do you feel that?” “No.” He tapped tæpt 轻敲;轻拍;轻叩 his thumbs θʌmz 拇指 together over his interlaced ˌɪntəˈleɪst 交织的;交错的 fingers, unable to think of anything else to ask this stubborn child. “If there is anything troubling ˈtrʌblɪŋ 使忧虑;使烦恼;使苦恼 you,” he said finally, “you know you can come and tell me about it. I hope you feel you can always do that.” “Yes,” she said. “Do you say your prayers preəz 祷告，祈祷(的内容);祈祷文;经文?” “Yes.” “Good girl. Well, run along (让小孩)离开，走开.” With a barely ˈbeəli 几乎不;几乎没有 concealed kənˈsiːld 隐藏;隐瞒;掩盖 sigh saɪ 叹气;叹息 of relief rɪˈliːf 宽慰,轻松;解脱, she turned and left. Having failed to find Gobblers below ground, Lyra took to the streets again. She was at home there. Then, almost when she'd lost interest in them, the Gobblers appeared in Oxford ˈɒksfəd 牛津.