He stood up slowly, one part at a time, and beat the dust from his clothes. Prison seemed only a happy dream.

他就像打开一把折尺那样, 从地上一节一节地爬起来，并从衣服上拍落了灰尘。企图被捕似乎就像一场玫瑰色的梦魇。

He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter's rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes.

他像一把木匠的尺子打开一样， 一点一点地站起来， 拍打衣服上的灰尘。