The Rat sculled smartly across and made fast.

水鼠敏捷地划着桨，加快了速度。

The Water Rat, like the good little fellow he was, sculled steadily on and forebore to disturb him.

水鼠，这个善良小家伙，稳当地划着桨，不去打扰他。

Not ours, Shemsen thought as he sculled backward, easing his way slowly out of the uncanny school.

不是“我们的”，舍姆森边向后划边想，让自己的路线慢慢离开那群不寻常的家伙。

Rat, who was in the stern of the boat, while Mole sculled, sat up suddenly and listened with a passionate intentness.

鼹鼠在划桨，河鼠倚在船尾。 他忽然坐直了身子，神情激动，聚精会神地侧耳倾听。

We could see it everywhere from his works, either in the cube of color by plain knife stroke, or lines sculled by knife without any pondering, creating a kind of incomparable yet inevitable passion.

我们在他的画上可以随处看到这种单刀直入的趣味，无论是用刮刀平抹出的色快，还是用刀刃不假思索划出的线，都在制造着一种不可调和、不可遏制的激情。