“从法学会到这儿这一趟跑完，我的老太太，我对你那前腿就不大放心了。 我得先让你平静下来，”这沙喉咙的信使瞥了他的母马一眼，说。

• 'After that there gallop from Temple Bar, old lady, I won't trust your fore-legs till I get you on the level,' said this hoarse messenger, glancing at his mare.