It was the nervous mustache that did not belong to his face, the way he jerked his shoulder, the Adam's apple on his thin neck, the bagginess of his trousers.

是不属于他脸的神经兮兮的胡须， 是他耸动肩膀的方式， 是他细脖子上的喉结， 是他松垮的裤子。

He was a powerful young fellow, with bewildered hair and beard, wearing his neck open; his blouse was stained with oil-colours in a harlequinesque disorder; and there was something rural in the droop and bagginess of his belted trousers.

他是个强壮的小伙子，头发和胡子都乱糟糟的，脖子是开着的；他的衬衫上沾满了油彩，杂乱无章。他的系腰带裤子下垂松松垮垮的，有种乡下人的味道。