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At the great iron gate of the churchyard he stopped and looked in. He looked up at the high tower spectrally resisting the wind, and he looked round at the white tombstones, like enough to the dead in their winding-sheets, and he counted the nine tolls of the clock-bell.
在教堂墓地的大铁门前，他停下来往里看。他抬起头来，望着高耸的塔楼，发出抵抗风的频谱似的声音。他环顾四周，望着那些白色的墓碑，就像死人在裹尸布里一样。