码头上聚集着一群游客,刚从“齐兰德号”汽船上下来。她在这群游客中发现了他,心都快要停止了跳动。乔·丹齐格。她手臂微微颤抖着把双桨抽出水面,放进小船,又仰起头。只见他正朝水边走来,步下码头的台阶。他的头还是那样俊美,肩膀还是那样宽阔,两鬓的乌发已变为铁灰色,眼睛还像从前那般深褐,尽管隔了这么多年,但无论在哪儿,她都能认出他那美洲虎般从容的步态。 Gathered a group of tourists on the pier, just from the “Qi Lande” steamboat down. She found him among the group of tourists, her heart almost stopped beating. Joe Danzig. Her arm trembled slightly out of the water and into the boat, looking up again. I saw he was walking towards the water, step down the docks. His head was so handsome, his shoulders still so wide, and his black hair had become iron gray, his eyes dark brown as before, and no matter where it was, she recognized him Jaguar calm gait.