Captain Blood

“Quo, quo, scelesti, ruitis?”

“你们这些恶人，要往哪里去？”

Yet Peter Blood, who was not only able to bear arms, but trained and skilled in their use, who was certainly no coward, and a papist only when it suited him, tended his geraniums and smoked his pipe on that warm July evening as indifferently as if nothing were afoot.

然而，彼得·布莱德，他不仅能够使用武器，而且训练有素，技艺娴熟，他绝非懦夫，只是在适合的时候才假装是天主教徒，那个温暖的七月傍晚，他却像什么事都没发生一样，照常打理他的天竺葵和抽着烟斗。