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There was a fine gentle wind, and Mr Pickwick’s hat rolled sportively before it. The wind puffed, and Mr Pickwick puffed, and the hat rolled over and over as merrily as a lively porpoise in a strong tide.

外面刮着柔和的微风，匹克威克先生的帽子在微风的吹拂下滑稽地滚动着。风吹起来了，匹克威克先生也吹起来了，帽子像一只活泼的海豚在汹涌的潮水中快乐地翻滚着。

— Charles Dickens 查尔斯·狄更斯