Asma Farhat is a baker at Julien's Bakery near the Champs-Elysee in Paris.

阿斯玛·费尔哈特是巴黎香榭丽舍大道附近朱利安面包店的面包师。

Maybe, maybe a Fleurie, maybe a Morgan, maybe a Saint Julien — something like that.

也许，也许是 Fleurie， 也许是 Morgan， 也许是 Saint Julien——诸如此类。

Julien saw nothing any more, it was only his corpse which kept moving.

于连什么也看不见了， 只有他的尸体还在动。

Julien looked at her coldly with eyes in which the most supreme contempt was depicted.

朱利安冷冷地看着她，眼神中描绘着最至高无上的轻蔑。

Julien advanced still further, holding out his hand, as though trying to lean on something.

于连向前走得更远，伸出手，好像要靠在什么东西上似的。

Julien carefully avoided that subject, and did not even think of it.

于连小心翼翼地回避这个话题， 甚至都没有去想它。

Julien made a point of being present at the auction of the lease.

朱利安特地出席了租约拍卖会。

Little by little, instead of being shocked by all Julien's deficiencies, she pitied him for them.

渐渐地，她不再为连的所有缺点感到震惊，反而为他感到同情。

Julien was very astonished to find this letter almost tender.

于连非常惊讶地发现这封信几乎是温柔的。

Julien did not need to be given this hint twice.

这种暗示不需要于连重复两次。