milcher

This was Tess Durbeyfield's habit, her temple pressing the milcher's flank, her eyes fixed on the far end of the meadow with the quiet of one lost in meditation.

苔丝·德北菲尔德就是这种挤奶的习惯，她把太阳穴靠在奶牛的肚子上，眼睛凝视着草场的远方，悄悄地聚精会神地想着心思。

He lumped up from his seat, and, leaving his pail to be kicked over if the milcher had such a mind, went quickly towards the desire of his eyes, and, kneeling down beside her, clasped her in his arms.

他从座位上跳起来，把牛奶桶扔在那儿，也不管会不会被奶牛踢翻，三步并作两步地跑到他一心渴望的人跟前，跪在她的旁边，把她拥抱在自己怀里。

Tess's attention was thus attracted to the dairyman's interlocutor, of whom she could see but the merest patch, owing to his burying his head so persistently in the flank of the milcher.

苔丝这时候才注意到和老板说话的那个人，由于他把头紧紧地埋在奶牛的肚子上，苔丝看见的只是他身体的一部分。