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1·He began to ransack his mother's workbox for a piece of thread.

他要找一根线，开始翻腾妈妈的针线盒。

2·Phoebe was busy at a little table, upon which stood a prim workbox , with every reel of cotton and glistening steel bodkin in its appointed place.

菲比正在一张小桌子旁忙碌着，桌上摆着一只整洁的针线匣，从一卷卷棉线到闪闪发光的钢针都井井有条地摆在固定的地方。

3·Phoebe Marks shrugged her shoulders, folded her work, shut her workbox, and crossing her hands in her lap, sat with her grey eyes fixed upon her husband's bull-like face.

菲比·马克斯耸耸肩膀，叠好她的针线活，关上她的针线匣，双手交叉放在膝上，坐在那儿用她那灰色眼睛盯着丈夫的公牛般的脸。

针线盒

1·He began to ransack his mother's workbox for a piece of thread.

他要找一根线，开始翻腾妈妈的针线盒。