Sometimes they hung in theair until Peter had beaten on it with his fists.
有时它们悬在空中，直到彼得用拳头打它。
2
Somewhere at hand a citizen was being beaten, for vague, quick-moving forms emerged into the radiance of his lanthorn out of the deep violet of the night air.
身边某处有个市民正在被人殴打，因为几个模糊的、行动迅疾的身影从深紫色的夜里浮现在他的灯光照射中。
3
And one day, when it finds itself beaten and broken, gasping for air, choking on its own blood and tears… that will be the day that it kneel. And I will consume it.