一阵傲慢的阴影罩上了他的脸，可是他一句话也没有说。伊丽莎白说不下去了，不过她心里却在埋怨自己软弱。

A deeper shade of hauteur overspread his features, but he said not a word, and Elizabeth, though blaming herself for her own weakness, could not go on.

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如果麦卡伦要考虑其他人比我优先既话﹐咁我唔认为任何人可以埋怨我决定集中精神为利物浦效力啰。

If Steve McClaren's chosen people ahead of me then I don't think anyone can really complain if I would rather concentrate and save myself for Liverpool games.

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