Angolra lefordítanátok?

He was nearsightedly peering at the words.

It was almost all yellow.

She'd procured all the essential/vital vanity products.

She'd come to a decision on the spur of the moment.

That she was going to wash out the dye.

And she'd go natural at last.

The dragon swallowed her whole, then made a chaining noise.

We don't need craven/chicken/yellow-bellied/mean-spirited people.

A disgusted/disgusting/sickening/obnoxious/odious corpse was lying before them.

His legs had rooted to the spot.

They'd keep it under control.

He wiped the sweat off his temple.

Her face was streaked with tears.

You're the only one who would/might listen to me.

Her legs were strengthless/shaky/wobbly/weakly.

Try to keep it to the minimum.

Come on in here.

Try to eat crumbless.

The chrome was gleaming.

The stools of the bar were all seated.

He poured for him from a black coffee urn.

We undertake high-gloss polishing.

He was an elderly ailing/sickly ghost nothing else. A cast of shadow of whom he used to be.

He'd turned on the thumbed-latch.

She told him matter-of-factly.

At the far end of the hall.