petticoat

She stood there, in her red petticoat, with a smile on her face..她站在那里，穿着红色的衬裙，脸上带着微笑。

It fell over one side of her dress and caught the white border of a petticoat, just visible as she stood at ease..再往下照到她一侧的衣服和衬裙的花边—只有她随意地站着时才会看到。

But there was so much bloodblood on her red petticoat, blood on her black dress and her white veil, blood on the executioner’s shoes, blood all over the floor. Blood, blood everywhere..但却有这么多血鲜血渗到她红色的衬裙上，渗到她黑色的连衣裙和她那白色的纱裙上，鲜血流到了刽子手的鞋上，地板上到处是血，血，到处是血。