Oh, I see, he said, trying bravely to laugh and ruffling up his wig with his hand.

我明白了，他一面苦笑说，一面抓头上的假发。

His friend, still ruffling the gray moustache upward, stared at him in frowning perplexity.

他的朋友仍然竖起灰白的胡须， 困惑地皱眉头看他。

The air ruffling through the window smelled of the sea.

透过窗户吹进来的空气带的味道。

A cool breeze was ruffling his fur.

凉爽的微风吹乱了他的皮毛。

Got it. And I'm also curious about the timing here. Why are these investors ruffling feathers right now?

明白了。我还很好奇这其中的时机选择。为什么这些投资者现在要激起波澜呢？

The light wind could now be heard ruffling the grass.

现在可以听到微风吹动草地的声音。

Soon Broadcom ran out of big chipmakers that it could buy without ruffling trustbusters' feathers.

很快，博通就找不到可以购而不会惹恼反垄断机构的型芯片制造商了。

He shivered, ruffling out his fur, and stretched one leg at a time.

他颤抖，弄乱了他的皮毛，一次伸展一条腿。

" Girls have to marry someone" . " Indeed, they do not, " said Pitty, ruffling. " I never had to" .

" 我就没想过。

" It looks it, for sure, " said Martha, ruffling it up a little round her face.

“它看起来确实如此，”玛莎说，把她的脸稍微弄皱了。

She waited calmly as one monster after another flew past her, ruffling her fur.

她平静地等待，一只又一只的她身边飞过，弄乱了她的皮毛。

" Interesting find you've made here, my boy, " said Stoick, ruffling his son's hair proudly.

" 你在这里的发现很有趣，我的孩子，" 斯托伊克说，骄傲地拨弄他儿子的头发。

In his dream he had felt fresh air ruffling the soft fur where the collar usually pinched.

在梦中，他感到新鲜的空气吹乱了衣领通常会勒紧的柔软皮毛。

" Just like you, eh, Hiccup, " said Stoick, giving a great laugh and ruffling his son's hair.

" 就像你一样，嗯，卡嗝，" 斯托伊克说，笑了一声，弄乱了他儿子的头发。

" Dead, " his raven cawed, ruffling its wings. Its voice grew louder and more shrill. " Dead" .

" 死了，" 他的乌鸦还在叫闹，一边抖动翅膀，声调愈加高亢尖锐，" 死了。"

A breeze blew toward them, ruffling the surface of the snow and bearing the scent of many cats.

一阵微风向他们吹来，吹皱了雪面，夹杂许多猫的气味。

" Well done! " said Mrs. Weasley proudly, ruffling Ron's hair. " Seven OWLs, that's more than Fred and George got together! "

“不错！”韦斯莱夫人骄傲地说，揉了揉罗恩的头发，“O.W.Ls过了七门，比弗雷德和乔治加在一起还多！”

They were the eyes of a happy woman, a woman around whom storms might blow without ever ruffling the serene core of her being.

这是一个乐观女人的眼睛，任何狂风暴雨都不能打乱这种女人的内心的平静。

A man was sitting by the window ruffling a magazine, He wore a bluish-gray suit with an almost invisible pale blue check.

一个男人坐在窗边翻杂志，他穿一套蓝灰色的西装，上面有一个几乎看不见的淡蓝色格子。

He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair. " What are your commands, little countess? "

他坐到妻子旁边，潇洒地把臂肘支在膝盖上，搔花白的头发。“您有什么吩咐，伯爵夫人？”