'They may be all right—I'm not saying they're not—but no London street Arabs for me, ' I said.

“他们可能还好——我不是说他们不好——但对我来说，伦敦街头的阿拉伯人可不行，”我说。

Behind the car came a motley string of figures—street Arabs, beggars, clowns turning somersaults, and costermongers hawking their wares.

汽车后面是一串形形色色的人物——街头阿拉伯人、乞丐、翻跟头的小丑和叫卖商品的小贩。

Neither of them had time to speak, however, before there was a tap at the door, and the spokesman of the street Arabs, young Wiggins, introduced his insignificant and unsavoury person.

但是他们还没有来得及开口，就听见门外有人敲门，原来正是街头流浪儿的代表，那个微不足道的小维金斯驾到。