Portland Place at Christmas in a black fog was never a rosy landscape, but in 1861 the most hardened Londoner lost his ruddiness.

黑雾笼罩下的圣诞节波特兰广场从来都不是一片玫瑰色的风景， 但在 1861 年， 最冷酷的伦敦人也失去了红润。

He had not seen London for a dozen years, and was rather amused to have only a bed for a world and a familiar black fog for horizon.

他已经十几年没见过伦敦了， 只有一张床就是一个世界， 熟悉的黑雾就是地平线， 这让他觉得很有趣。