希斯·克利夫站在门口，身穿衬衫和长裤，手里拿着蜡烛，烛油滴在他的手指上，而他的脸同他身后的墙一样苍白。

Heathcliff stood near the entrance, in his shirt and trousers; with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his face as white as the wall behind him.

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希斯·克利夫站在门口，身穿衬衫和长裤，手里拿着蜡烛，烛油滴在他的手指上，而他的脸同他身后的墙一样苍白。

Heathcliff stood near the entrance, in his shirt and trousers; with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his face as white as the wall behind him.

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