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在勒格贝讲这种话是新鲜的，康妮觉得很新鲜的听着，那使她发生了一种新兴趣。 For the first week or so, Mrs Bolton, however, was very quiet at Wragby, her assured, bossy manner left her, and she was nervous. With Clifford she was shy, almost frightened, and silent. He liked that, and soon recovered his self-possession, letting her do things for him without even noticing her. 起首的时候，波尔敦太太在勒格贝是很泰然的；但是渐淡地，她的安泰的样子和趾高气扬的声调失掉了，她成为惊惧不安的人了，对于克利福，她觉得害羞，差不多觉得惧怕，并且静默不敢多言。倒喜欢她这样，他不久便重整了他的威严，让她替他忙碌着而不自知。 She's a useful nonentity!' he said. Connie opened her eyes in wonder, but she did not contradict him. So different are impressions on two different people! " 她是个有用的废物！"他说。康妮听了惊讶地圆睁着两眼，但她并不反驳他。两个不同的人所处的印象是这么相异呵！ And he soon became rather superb, somewhat lordly with the nurse. She had rather expected it, and he played up without knowing. So susceptible we are to what is expected of us! The colliers had been so like children, talking to her, and telling her what hurt them, while she bandaged them, or nursed them. They had always made her feel so grand, almost super-human in her administrations. Now Clifford made her feel small, and like a servant, and she accepted it without a word, adjusting herself to the upper classes. 不久。她对那看护的态度变为王候式的威严了。她本来就等待着这个。他却不等她知道已将所等待的做到了。他人所等待于我们的事情，我们是灵敏一感到而且做到的！当她从前看护着受伤的矿工们或者替他们敷药时，他们多么象些孩子，对她倾谈着，诉说着他们的苦痛。他们常常使她觉得自己是多么高贵，多么超人地执行着她的义务。现在克利福却使她觉得自己微小得象一个仆人，而她也只好忍气吞声地接受这种情境，以讨好上层阶级的欢心。 She came very mute, with her long, handsome face, and downcast eyes, to administer to him. And she said very humbly: Shall I do this now, Sir Clifford? Shall I do that?' 她来报侍他的时候，噤若寒蝉。她的长而标致的脸孔上，两只眼睛只敢向地下望。她很谦卑地说："这个要我现在做么，克利福男爵？那个要我做么？" 
不，现在不用管，我以后再叫你做。" Very well, Sir Clifford.' " 是的，克利福男爵。" Come in again in half an hour.' " 半点钟后你再来吧。" Very well, Sir Clifford.' " 是的，克利福男爵。" And just take those old papers out, will you?' " 把这些旧报纸带出去吧。" 
是的，克利福男爵。" She went softly, and in half an hour she came softly again. She was bullied, but she didn't mind. She was experiencing the upper classes. She neither resented nor disliked Clifford; he was just part of a phenomenon, the phenomenon of the high-class folks, so far unknown to her, but now to be known. She felt more at home with Lady Chatterley, and after all it's the mistress of the house matters most. 她温顺地走开了。半点钟后，她又温顺地回来。她给人差使着，但她并不介意。她正经验着上层阶级是怎样的一个阶级。她不抱怨克利福，也不讨厌他，他只是一个怪物，一个上层阶级的怪物--这个阶级是她今日以前所不认识的，但今日以后，她便要认识了她觉得和查太莱夫人在一起时好过得多了。在一个家庭里毕竟是女主人才算要紧呵！ Mrs Bolton helped Clifford to bed at night, and slept across the passage from his room, and came if he rang for her in the night. She also helped him in the morning, and soon valeted him completely, even shaving him, in her soft, tentative woman's way. She was very good and competent, and she soon knew how to have him in her power. He wasn't so very different from the colliers after all, when you lathered his chin, and softly rubbed the bristles. The stand-offishness and the lack of frankness didn't bother her; she was having a new experience. 波太太每天晚上帮助克利福上床就寝。她自己睡在隔着一条走廊的一间房子里，夜里如果他按铃叫她，她得去，早晨她也去帮助他。不久，她服侍他一切梳洗穿着的事了，甚至还要替他刮脸，用她的柔和而女性的动作替他刮脸。她很和蔼，很机巧，她不久便知道怎样去管束他了。当你在他的两颊上涂着肥皂的泡沫，柔和地擦着他粗硬的胡须时，他毕竟并不怎样于普通的矿工啊，那种高傲的神气和不直率的样子，并不使她难过，她正尝试着一种新的经验。 Clifford, however, inside himself, never quite forgave Connie for giving up her personal care of him to a strange hired woman. It killed, he said to himself, the real flower of the intimacy between him and her. But Connie didn't mind that. The fine flower of their intimacy was to her rather like an orchid, a bulb stuck parasitic on her tree of life, and producing, to her eyes, a rather shabby flower. 虽然，在克利福的心里，他总不太宽恕康妮，因为她把她从前替他所做的私人工作都交给一个外来的雇佣的妇人了。他对自己说，她把他们两人间的亲密之花杀害了，但是康妮对这个却满不在乎，所谓他们间的亲密之花，她觉得有点象兰花，寄生在她的生命的树上，这样生出来的花，在她看来，是够难看的。 Now she had more time to herself she could softly play the piano, up in her room, and sing: Touch not the nettle, for the bonds of love are ill to loose.' She had not realized till lately how ill to loose they were, these bonds of love. But thank Heaven she had loosened them! She was so glad to be alone, not always to have to talk to him. When he was alone he tapped-tapped-tapped on a typewriter, to infinity. But when he was not working', and she was there, he talked, always talked; infinite small analysis of people and motives, and results, characters and personalities, till now she had had enough. For years she had loved it, until she had enough, and then suddenly it was too much. She was thankful to be alone. 现在，她比以前自由了，她可以在她楼上的房子里，幽雅地弹着琴，而且唱着："不要摸触那刺人的野草……因为爱之束缚不易解开。"她直至最近不没有明白那是多么不易解开，那爱之束缚。但是我谢天，她现在把它解开了！她是这样的愉活，她现在是孤独了，不必常常和克利福说话了，当他是一个人的时候，他打，打，打，打着打字机，无穷地打着。但是当他不"工作"，而她又在他身边时，他便谈着，总是谈着，无限细微地分析着各种人手、因果、性格及人品，她已经够胺了，好几年以来，她曾经爱过这些谈话，直至她受够了，突然地，她觉得再也不能忍受了。好了，她现在清静了，她真是感恩不尽哟。 
他们俩的心灵深处，好象生着成千成万的小根蒂和小丝线，互相交结着而成了一个混乱的大团，直至再也不能多生了，而这个植物便渐渐萎死下去。现在，她冷静地、细密地把他俩的心灵间的交错的毛团清理着，好好地把乱丝一条'条地折断，忍耐而又着急地想使自己自由起来。但是这第一种爱情的束缚，比其他的束缚都难解脱，虽然波尔敦太太来了，那量个大大援助。 But he still wanted the old intimate evenings of talk with Connie: talk or reading aloud. But now she could arrange that Mrs Bolton should come at ten to disturb them. At ten o'clock Connie could go upstairs and be alone. Clifford was in good hands with Mrs Bolton. 但是，他还是和从前一样，每个晚上他总要和康妮亲密地谈话：谈话或高声地念书。但是，现在康妮可以设法叫彼太太在十点钟的，时候来把他们中断了，于是十点钟的时候，康妮便可以到楼上去，一个人孤独着。有了波太太，不必替克利福忧虑什么了。 Mrs Bolton ate with Mrs Betts in the housekeeper's room, since they were all agreeable. And it was curious how much closer the servants' quarters seemed to have come; right up to the doors of Clifford's study, when before they were so remote. For Mrs Betts would sometimes sit in Mrs Bolton's room, and Connie heard their lowered voices, and felt somehow the strong, other vibration of the working people almost invading the sitting-room, when she and Clifford were alone. So changed was Wragby merely by Mrs Bolton's coming. 波太太同白蒂斯太太在女管家的房子里吃饭，这种办法是大家都方便的。真奇怪，从前仆人的地方是那么远，现在象是移近了，好象在克利福书房门口了，因为女管家白太太不时到波太太的房里去，当康妮和克利福孤独着的时候，她可以听见他们俩低声地谈着话，她好象觉得着那另一种强有力的雇佣者的生命在颤动着，而把起侍室都侵占了。这便是自从波尔敦太太来到勒格贝后的变化。 And Connie felt herself released, in another world, she felt she breathed differently. But still she was afraid of how many of her roots, perhaps mortal ones, were tangled with Clifford's. Yet still, she breathed freer, a new phase was going to begin in her life. 康妮觉得自己已经解脱而进到另一个世界了，她觉得连呼吸都不同了。但是她还是惧怕，自己问着究竟她还有多少根蒂一……也许是侦关生死的根蒂，和克利福的根蒂交结着。虽然这样，她毕竟是呼吸得更自在了，她的生命要开始一个新的阶段。 Mrs Bolton also kept a cherishing eye on Connie, feeling she must extend to her her female and professional protection. She was always urging her ladyship to walk out, to drive to Uthwaite, to be in the air. For Connie had got into the habit of sitting still by the fire, pretending to read; or to sew feebly, and hardly going out at all. 波尔敦太太对于康妮也是很慈爱地看护的，她觉得她必要把她的女性的职业的看护，扩张到女主人的身上。她常常劝男爵夫人出去散步，乘汽车到由斯魏特走走去，到新鲜空气里去，因为康妮已经成了个习惯，整天坐在火旁边。假装着看书，或做着活计，差不多不出门了。 
希尔达走了不久以后的一个刮风天，波太太对她说："你为什么不到树林里去散散步，到守猎人的村舍后边去看看野水仙？那是一幅不容易看到的最美丽的景色。并且你还可以采些来放在房里呢，野水仙总是带着那么愉快的风姿，可不是么？ Connie took it in good part, even daffs for daffodils. Wild daffodils! After all, one could not stew in one's own juice. The spring came back...Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn.' 康妮觉得这主意很不坏，看看吱水仙花去！毕竟呢，为什么这样困守愁城，摧残自己？春天回来了……"春大显身手秋冬去复回，但是那欢乐的日子，那甜蜜地前来的黄昏或清晨，却不向我回来。" And the keeper, his thin, white body, like a lonely pistil of an invisible flower! She had forgotten him in her unspeakable depression. But now something roused...Pale beyond porch and portal'...the thing to do was to pass the porches and the portals. 而那个守猎人！他的纤细的白皙的身体，象是一枝肉眼不能见的花朵里的孤寂的花心！她在极度的颓丧抑郁中竟把他忘记了，但是现在什么东西在醒转了……幽暗地，在门廊与大门的那边……所要做的，但是通过那些门廊与大门。
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