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If Pisa be the seventh wonder of the world in right of its Tower，it may claim to be，at least，the second or third in right of its beggars. They waylay the unhappy visitor at every turn，escort him to every door he enters at，and lie in wait for him，with strong reinforcements，at every door by which they know he must come out. The grating of the portal on its hinges is the signal for a general shout，and the moment he appears，he is hemmed in，and fallen on，by heaps of rags and personal distortions.The beggars seem to embody all the trade and enterprise of Pisa.
如果比薩因其斜搭成為世界第七大奇觀，那么，因其乞丐之多至少也可位居第二或第三了。乞丐們會在每一個拐彎處圍截不幸的游客，一直尾隨他進門;然后在每一扇他有可能出來的門外，就會有更多的乞丐等他。門嘎吱聲響起時，就是總攻的信號,他出來的那一刻被乞丐們包圍，落入衣衫襤褸、身體畸形的乞丐們手中。似乎乞丐遍及比薩的所有貿易和行業。
Nothing else is stirring，but warm air. Going through the streets，the fronts of the sleepy houses look like backs. They are all so still and quiet，and unlike houses with people in them，that the greater part of the city has the appearance of a city at daybreak，or during a general siesta of the population. Or it is yet more like those backgrounds of houses in common prints，or old engravings，where windows and doors are squarely indicated，and one figure （a beggar of course） is seen walking off by itself into illimitable perspective.
除廣暖風，一切都是靜止的。走過街道,你會發現，那些了無生氣的房屋的前門與后院沒什么分別。它們都是那樣的靜寂，就像是無人居住的房屋一樣。城市里更多的是像拂曉時分的景象，或是人們午睡時的樣子?；蛘?它們更像那些常見讀物或舊雕版圖上的背景屋舍，門窗都是方形的，一個身影（當然是個乞丐）正從那里走開，向遠方走去。
