On one of the last days of the second week, Marius was seated on his bench, as usual, holding in his hand an open book, of which he had not turned a page for the last two hours.
在第二个星期最后几天中的一天，马吕斯照常坐在他的板凳上，手里拿着一本书，打开已经两个钟头了，却一页还没有翻过。他忽然吃了一惊。
Through the open window I saw my schoolmates already in their places. The master was walking up and down the room with the iron ruler under his arm and a book in his hand.
从开着的窗子望进去，我看到同学们已端坐在自己的座位上，老师手里拿着一本书，胳膊下夹着铁戒尺，在教室里走过来走过去。
Something, maybe the open book by the hand, splendid flowers by the corner, or the nocturne by the window, would definitely make you linger.
一本随意翻开的书，一朵慵懒绽放的花，加以窗外夜景的点缀，不禁让你驻足于此。
So saying, she vanished, and the boys were left alone, but each held in his hand a new book open at the first page.
说完，仙女消失了，孩子们的手里多了本在第一页翻开的书。
Hourss passed, the doorbell rang, I go to open the door, there stood a uncle, holding a book in his hand.
几个小时过去了，门铃突然响了，我赶紧去开门，门口站着个叔叔，手里捧着一本书。
Hourss passed, the doorbell rang, I go to open the door, there stood a uncle, holding a book in his hand.
几个小时过去了，门铃突然响了，我赶紧去开门，门口站着个叔叔，手里捧着一本书。
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