Jean Valjean made no attempt to disengage the hand which grasped the collar of his coat. He said.
冉阿让让那只手抓住他礼服的领，并不动，他说。
2
She knew that hand, that arm, the sleeve of that coat.
她认识这只手，这条胳膊，这件礼服的袖子。
3
As Martin Eden went down the steps, his hand dropped into his coat pocket. It came out with a brown rice paper and a pinch of Mexican tobacco, which were deftly rolled together into a cigarette.