He wore a different style of dress, less frightening to me than that of the turbaned Turks, and his eyes were kindly. He bent near me. He spoke a new language which was uncommonly soft and sweet, but I couldn't understand him.
他穿着不同于其他人的装束，外表也不像那些戴着穆斯林头巾的土耳其人般令人畏惧，他的眼神和蔼而友善，他弯下腰向我靠过来，说着一种极为轻柔与甜美的新语种，但我无法听懂他在说什么。
As He approached the first of the three, He bent over her in tenderness and grace, with smiles full of radiant love and spoke to her in accents of purest, sweetest music.
当他走到第一个姐妹面前，他脸上带着荣光和爱，俯下身去，用顶温柔，顶甜蜜的声音安慰她，勉励她。
As he approached the first of the three, he bent over her in tenderness and grace, with smiles full of radiant love and spoke to her in accents of purest, sweetest music.
当祂走到第一个姊妹面前，祂脸上带着荣光和爱，俯下身去，用顶温柔，顶甜蜜的声音安慰她，勉励她。
Upon his face and in his attitude there was nothing but inexpressible pity. After a few moments of this meditation he bent towards Fantine, and spoke to her in a low voice.
在他的面容和体态上仅仅有一种说不出的痛惜的颜色，这样默念了一会过后，他俯身到芳汀的耳边，细声向她说话。