1·64—A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Not for nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in his palms.
“罗伯特·格林曾称他作‘灵魂的刽子手’，”斯蒂芬说，“他真不愧为屠夫的儿子，在手心上啐口唾沫，就抡起磨得锃亮的杀牛斧。
1·64—A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Not for nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in his palms.
“罗伯特·格林曾称他作‘灵魂的刽子手’，”斯蒂芬说，“他真不愧为屠夫的儿子，在手心上啐口唾沫，就抡起磨得锃亮的杀牛斧。