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“这是什么?”乔轻轻地握住那只手,扯扯绷带下面的几根白线,问道。“那是涂了油的软纱。”迪莉娅说,“喔,乔,你又卖掉了一幅素描吗?”她看到了桌子上的钱。
“What is this? ” Joe gently grasps the hand, pulls the white lines below the bandage and asks. “It's oily soft yarn.” Delia said, “oh Joe, did you sell a sketch?” "She saw the money on the table.