No murmur, no impatience, no petulance did come from him.
他从不嘟嘟囔囔,从不急躁,从不发火。
And then she would pout like a disappointed child; a pensive cloud would soften her radiant vivacity; she would withdraw her hand hastily from his, and turn in transient petulance from his aspect, at once so heroic and so martyr-like.
然后她会像个失望的孩子一样噘嘴;一朵沉思的云会柔化她容光焕发的活力;她会匆忙抽回他的手,转过身去转过身来,一时暴躁,既英勇又像烈士。