这段话本来是很搞笑的一段，结果自己翻译出来就半头不像人，缺少原文的氛围，不知道怎么办，看老哥们能不能支支招
Hopkins bit off the roots of his purchase, and lighted up at the swinging gas jet.
Feeling in his pockets to make payment, he found not a penny there.
"Say, my friend," he explained, frankly, "I've come out without any change.Hand you that nickel first time I pass."
Joy surged in Freshmayer's heart.Here was cor- roboration of his belief that the world was rotten and man a peripatetic evil.Without a word he rounded the end of his counter and made earnest on slaught upon his customer.
Hopkins was no man to serve as a punching-bag for a pessimistic tobacconist.He quickly bestowed upon Freshmayer a Colorado- maduro eye in return for the ardent kick that be received from that dealer in goods for cash only.
The impetus of the enemy's attack forced the Hopkins line back to the sidewalk.
There the con- flict raged; the pacific wooden Indian, with his carven smile, was overturned, and those of the street who delighted in carnage pressed round to view the zealous joust.But then came the inevitable cop and imminent convenience for both the attacker and attacked.
John Hopkins was a peaceful citizen, who worked at rebuses of nights in a flat, but be was not without the fundamental spirit of resistance that comes with the battle-rage.He knocked the policeman into a gro- cer's sidewalk display of goods and gave Freshmayer a punch that caused him temporarily to regret that he had not made it a rule to extend a five-cent line of credit to certain customers.
Then Hopkins took spiritedly to his heels down the sidewalk, closely followed by the cigar-dealer and the policeman, whose uniform testified to the reason in the grocer's sign that read:
"Eggs cheaper than anywhere else in the city."
Hopkins bit off the roots of his purchase, and lighted up at the swinging gas jet.
Feeling in his pockets to make payment, he found not a penny there.
"Say, my friend," he explained, frankly, "I've come out without any change.Hand you that nickel first time I pass."
Joy surged in Freshmayer's heart.Here was cor- roboration of his belief that the world was rotten and man a peripatetic evil.Without a word he rounded the end of his counter and made earnest on slaught upon his customer.
Hopkins was no man to serve as a punching-bag for a pessimistic tobacconist.He quickly bestowed upon Freshmayer a Colorado- maduro eye in return for the ardent kick that be received from that dealer in goods for cash only.
The impetus of the enemy's attack forced the Hopkins line back to the sidewalk.
There the con- flict raged; the pacific wooden Indian, with his carven smile, was overturned, and those of the street who delighted in carnage pressed round to view the zealous joust.But then came the inevitable cop and imminent convenience for both the attacker and attacked.
John Hopkins was a peaceful citizen, who worked at rebuses of nights in a flat, but be was not without the fundamental spirit of resistance that comes with the battle-rage.He knocked the policeman into a gro- cer's sidewalk display of goods and gave Freshmayer a punch that caused him temporarily to regret that he had not made it a rule to extend a five-cent line of credit to certain customers.
Then Hopkins took spiritedly to his heels down the sidewalk, closely followed by the cigar-dealer and the policeman, whose uniform testified to the reason in the grocer's sign that read:
"Eggs cheaper than anywhere else in the city."
