One of the press operators arrived an hour and a haft late.

一位印刷工人迟到了一个半小时。

Jacques half rose from his chair, put his hand into his bosom, and I discovered the haft of a dagger.

雅克半从椅子上站起来， 把手伸进怀里， 我发现了一把匕首的刀柄。

The haft, smoothed by time and caressed by countless fingers, beckons to be held, its touch both familiar and empowering.

手柄经过时间的磨光和无数手指的抚摸，仿佛被握住，其触感既熟悉又充满力量。

One of the blacks guarding him struck him across the mouth with the haft of his spear; but none there knew the significance of his cry.

一个看守他的黑人用长矛的枪柄击中了他的嘴巴。但是没有人知道他哭泣的意义。

" I have never fought with an axe. " The weapon felt awkward and unfamiliar in his hands. It had a short haft, a heavy head, a nasty spike on top.

" 我没用过斧头。" 武器在手的感觉怪异而陌生。它的握柄很短，斧刃则极重，前端还有根吓人的尖钉。

His ax is getting snowed up now; he can see but a bit of the haft. Over there is his basket of food, hung on a tree—if he could but have reached it, and had a feed—oh, huge big mouthfuls!

他的斧头现在被雪覆盖了；他只能看到一点点。那边是他的食物篮子，挂在一棵树上——要是他能够到它就好了，吃一顿饭——哦，大口大口！