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我带着极严肃的神情叫她站起来。 'So,' I exclaimed, 'Miss Catherine, you are tolerably far on, it seems: you may well be ashamed of them! A fine bundle of trash you study in your leisure hours, to be sure: why, it's good enough to be printed! And what do you suppose the master will think when I display it before him? I hav'n't shown it yet, but you needn't imagine I shall keep your ridiculous secrets. For shame! and you must have led the way in writing such absurdities: he would not have thought of beginning, I'm certain.' “所以，”我慨叹着，“凯瑟琳小姐，看来你任性得太过分啦，你该为这些害羞！你真的在闲的时候读这么一大堆废物呀：咳，好得可以拿去出版啦，我要是把信摆在主人面前，你以为他有什么想法呢？我还没有给他看，可你用不着幻想我会保守你这荒唐的秘密。羞！一定是你领头写这些愚蠢的东西！我肯定他是不会想到的。” 'I didn't! I didn't!' sobbed Cathy, fit to break her heart. 'I didn't once think of loving him till - ' “我没有！我没有！”凯蒂抽泣着，简直伤心透了。“我一次也没有想到过爱他，直到--” 'LOVING!' cried I, as scornfully as I could utter the word. 'LOVING! Did anybody ever hear the like! I might just as well talk of loving the miller who comes once a year to buy our corn. Pretty loving, indeed! and both times together you have seen Linton hardly four hours in your life! Now here is the babyish trash. I'm going with it to the library; and we'll see what your father says to such LOVING.' “爱！”我叫着，尽量用讥嘲的语气吐出这个字来。“爱！有什么人听到过这类事情么！那我也可以对一年来买一次我们谷子的那个磨坊主大谈其爱啦。好一个爱，真是！而你这辈子才看见过林惇两次，加起来还不到四个钟头！喏，这是小孩子的胡说八道。我要把信带到书房里去；我们要看看你父亲对于这种爱说什么。” She sprang at her precious epistles, but I hold them above my head; and then she poured out further frantic entreaties that I would burn them - do anything rather than show them. And being really fully as much inclined to laugh as scold - for I esteemed it all girlish vanity - I at length relented in a measure, and asked, - 'If I consent to burn them, will you promise faithfully neither to send nor receive a letter again, nor a book (for I perceive you have sent him books), nor locks of hair, nor rings, nor playthings?' 她跳起来抢她的宝贝信，可是我把它们高举在头顶上；然后她发出许多狂热的恳求，恳求我烧掉它们--随便怎么处置也比公开它们好。我真是想笑又想骂--因为我估计这完全是女孩子的虚荣心--我终于有几分心软了，便问道-- “如果我同意烧掉它们，你能诚实地答应不再送出或收进一封信，或者一本书（因为我看见你给他送过书），或者一卷头发，或者戒指，或者玩意儿？” 
“我们不送玩意儿，”凯瑟琳叫着，她的骄傲征服了她的羞耻。 'Nor anything at all, then, my lady?' I said. 'Unless you will, here I go.' “那么，什么也不送，我的小姐？”我说。“除非你愿意这样，要不然我就走啦。” 'I promise, Ellen!' she cried, catching my dress. 'Oh, put them in the fire, do, do!' “我答应，艾伦，”她叫着，拉住我的衣服。“啊，把它们丢在火里吧，丢吧，丢吧！” But when I proceeded to open a place with the poker the sacrifice was too painful to be borne. She earnestly supplicated that I would spare her one or two. 但是当我用火钳拨开一块地方时，这样的牺牲可真是太痛苦了。她热切地哀求我给她留下一两封。 'One or two, Ellen, to keep for Linton's sake!' “一两封，艾伦，为了林惇的缘故留下来吧！” 
我解开手绢，开始把它们从手绢角里向外倒，火焰卷上了烟囱。 'I will have one, you cruel wretch!' she screamed, darting her hand into the fire, and drawing forth some half-consumed fragments, at the expense of her fingers. “我要一封，你这残忍的坏人！”她尖声叫着，伸手到火里，抓出一些烧了一半的纸片，当然她的手指头也因此吃了点亏。 'Very well - and I will have some to exhibit to papa!' I answered, shaking back the rest into the bundle, and turning anew to the door. “很好--我也要留点拿给爸爸看看，”我回答着，把剩下的又抖回手绢去，重新转身向门口走。 She emptied her blackened pieces into the flames, and motioned me to finish the immolation. It was done; I stirred up the ashes, and interred them under a shovelful of coals; and she mutely, and with a sense of intense injury, retired to her private apartment. I descended to tell my master that the young lady's qualm of sickness was almost gone, but I judged it best for her to lie down a while. She wouldn't dine; but she reappeared at tea, pale, and red about the eyes, and marvellously subdued in outward aspect. Next morning I answered the letter by a slip of paper, inscribed, 'Master Heathcliff is requested to send no more notes to Miss Linton, as she will not receive them.' And, henceforth, the little boy came with vacant pockets. 她把她那些烧焦了的纸片又扔到火里去，向我做手势要我完成这个祭祀。烧完了，我搅搅灰烬，用一铲子煤把这些埋起来，她一声也不吭，怀着十分委屈的心情，退到她自己的屋里，我下楼告诉我主人，小姐的急病差不多已经好了。可是我认为最好让她躺一会。她不肯吃饭；可是在吃茶时她又出现了，面色苍白，眼圈红红的，外表上克制得惊人。 第二天早上我用一张纸条当作回信，上面写着，“请希刺克厉夫少爷不要再写信给林惇小姐，她是不会接受的。”自此以后那个小男孩来时，口袋便是空空的了。 SUMMER drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared. Mr. Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers; at the carrying of the last sheaves they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settled obstinately on his lungs, and confined him indoors throughout the whole of the winter, nearly without intermission. 夏天结束了，已是早秋天气，已经过了秋节，但是那年收成晚，我们的田有些还没有清除完毕。林惇先生和他的女儿常常走到收割者中间去，在搬运最后几捆时，他们都逗留到黄昏，正碰上夜晚的寒冷和潮湿，我的主人患了重感冒。这感冒顽强地滞留在他的肺部，使他整个一冬都待在家里，几乎没有出过一次门。 
可怜的凯蒂，她那段小小的风流韵事使她受了惊，事过后，就变得相当闷闷不乐了，她的父亲坚持要她少读点书，多运动些。她再也没法找他作伴了；我以为我有责任尽量弥补这个缺陷，然而我这个代替者也无济于事。因为我只能从我无数的日常工作中挤出两三个小时来跟着她，于是我这陪伴显然没有他那样可人意了。 On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November - a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold blue sky was half hidden by clouds - dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain - I requested my young lady to forego her ramble, because I was certain of showers. She refused; and I unwillingly donned a cloak, and took my umbrella to accompany her on a stroll to the bottom of the park: a formal walk which she generally affected if low-spirited - and that she invariably was when Mr. Edgar had been worse than ordinary, a thing never known from his confession, but guessed both by her and me from his increased silence and the melancholy of his countenance. She went sadly on: there was no running or bounding now, though the chill wind might well have tempted her to race. And often, from the side of my eye, I could detect her raising a hand, and brushing something off her cheek. I gazed round for a means of diverting her thoughts. On one side of the road rose a high, rough bank, where hazels and stunted oaks, with their roots half exposed, held uncertain tenure: the soil was too loose for the latter; and strong winds had blown some nearly horizontal. In summer Miss Catherine delighted to climb along these trunks, and sit in the branches, swinging twenty feet above the ground; and I, pleased with her agility and her light, childish heart, still considered it proper to scold every time I caught her at such an elevation, but so that she knew there was no necessity for descending. From dinner to tea she would lie in her breeze-rocked cradle, doing nothing except singing old songs - my nursery lore - to herself, or watching the birds, joint tenants, feed and entice their young ones to fly: or nestling with closed lids, half thinking, half dreaming, happier than words can express. 十月的一个下午，或者是十一月初吧--一个清新欲雨的下午，落在草皮与小径上的潮湿的枯叶簌簌地发出响声，寒冷的蓝天有一半被云遮住了--深灰色的流云从西边迅速地升起，预报着大雨即将来临--我请求我的小姐取消她的散步，因为我看准要下大雨。她不肯，我无可奈何只好穿上一件外套，并且拿了我的伞，陪她溜达到园林深处去：这是碰上她情绪低落时爱走的一条路--当埃德加先生比平时病得厉害些时她一定这样，他自己从来没承认过他的病势加重，可凯蒂和我却可以从他脸上比以前更沉默、忧郁的神色上猜出来。她郁郁不快地往前走着，现在也不跑不跳了，虽然这冷风满可以引诱她跑跑，而且时不时地我可以从眼角里瞅见她把一只手抬起来，从她脸上揩掉什么。我向四下里呆望着，想办法岔开她的思想。路的一旁是一条不平坦的高坡，榛树和短小的橡树半露着根，不稳地竖在那里；这土质对于橡树来说是太松了，而强烈的风把有些树都吹得几乎要和地面平行了。在夏天，凯瑟琳小姐喜欢爬上这些树干，坐在离地两丈高的树枝上摇摆；我每一次看见她爬得那么高时，虽然很喜欢看她的活泼，也喜欢她那颗轻松的童心，然而我还是觉得该骂骂她，可是听着我这样骂，她也知道并没有下来的必要。从午饭后到吃茶时，她就躺在她那被微风摇动着的摇篮里，什么事也不作，只唱些古老的歌--我唱的催眠曲--给她自己听；或是看和她一同栖在枝头上的那些鸟喂哺它们的小雏，引它们飞起来；或是闭着眼睛舒舒服服地靠着，一半在思索，一半在作梦，快乐得无法形容。 'Look, Miss!' I exclaimed, pointing to a nook under the roots of one twisted tree. 'Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up, and pluck it to show to papa?' Cathy stared a long time at the lonely blossom trembling in its earthy shelter, and replied, at length - 'No, I'll not touch it: but it looks melancholy, does it not, Ellen?' “瞧，小姐！”我叫道，指着一棵扭曲的树根下面的一个凹洞。“冬天还没有来这里哩。那边有一朵小花，七月里跟紫丁香一起布满在那些草皮台阶的蓝钟花就剩这一朵啦。你要不要爬上去，把它摘下来给爸爸看？” 凯蒂向着这朵在土洞中颤抖着的孤寂的花呆望了很久，最后回答--“不，我不要碰它：它看着很忧郁呢，是不是，艾伦？” 'Yes,' I observed, 'about as starved and suckless as you your cheeks are bloodless; let us take hold of hands and run. You're so low, I daresay I shall keep up with you.' “是的，”我说，“就跟你一样的又瘦又干。你的脸上都没血色了。让我们拉着手跑吧。你这样无精打采，我敢说我要赶得上你了。”
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