当帕森斯先生迈步走出旅馆时,一个乞丐正沿街走来。他是个瞎眼乞丐,手里拿着一根常见的破棍子,以盲人特有的谨慎,样子有些诡祟地“嘭嘭”地敲打着他前面的路。他是个邋遢的家伙,脖子短短的、粗粗的,蓬头垢面,外衣的翻领和口袋的边缘油迹斑斑,肩上背着一个黑色的口袋,最然是在沿街叫卖着什么。 When Mr. Parsons stepped out of the hotel, a beggar was walking along the street. He was a blind beggar, holding a common stick in his hand, beating the blind in front of him with a cautious look of caution. He was a shy guy with a short neck, a thick, unshaven face, a lapel on the coat and a stark edge of his pocket with a black pocket on his shoulders, most notably what was on the street.