And the young Fisherman went down into the market-place, and he walked slowly, and with bowedhead, as one who is in sorrow.
年轻的渔夫径直走去了市场,他慢步走着,垂头丧气,仿似心中怀着忧伤。
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And at last, with bowedhead and quavering voice I would have to make a beginning — but too keenly conscious that to none else in the room but me was this performance sufficiently heartrending.