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直至他蠢笨地和那白黛·古蒂斯结了婚，这种婚姻仿佛是为了泄愤似的，有许多人是这样的，他们是为了汇愤而结婚的，因为他们有过什么失意的事情，无疑地这是个失败的婚姻……在大战期中，他出外去了几年，他成了一个中尉，做了个十足的上流人！然后回到达娃斯哈来当一个守猎人！真的，有些人是不知道攫着机会上升的！他重新说起一回下注阶级所说的土话，而她一爱微·波尔敦，却知道他愿意时，是可以说在任何贵绅所说的英语。 Well, well! So her ladyship had fallen for him! Well her ladyship wasn't the first: there was something about him. But fancy! A Tevershall lad born and bred, and she her ladyship in Wragby Hall! My word, that was a slap back at the high-and-mighty Chatterleys! 呵呵！原来男爵夫人给他迷住了！晤，他并不是第一个……他有着一种什么迷人的东西，不过，想想看！一个达娃斯哈村里生长教养出来的孩子！而是勒格贝大厦里的男爵夫人的情人！老实说，这是绘查太莱大富大贵之家的一个耳光哟！ But he, the keeper, as the day grew, had realized: it's no good! It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them. 但是他，那守猎人，看见白日渐渐显现，他明白了，那是徒劳的，想把你自己从孤独中解脱出来，边种尝试是徒劳的，你得一生依附着这孤独，空罅的弥补只是间或的事，只是间或的！但是你得等待这时机来到，接受你的孤独而一生依着它。然后接受弥补空田的时机，但是这时机是自已来的，你不能用力勉强的。 With a sudden snap the bleeding desire that had drawn him after her broke. He had broken it, because it must be so. There must be a coming together on both sides. And if she wasn't coming to him, he wouldn't track her down. He mustn't. He must go away, till she came. 骤然地。引诱他么追臆她的狂欲毁碎了。这是他毁碎的，因为他觉得那应该这样，双方都应该互相对着趋近，假如她不向他前来，他便不应去追逐她。他不应这样，他得走开，直至她向他前来的时候。 He turned slowly, ponderingly, accepting again the isolation. He knew it was better so. She must come to him: it was no use his trailing after her. No use! 他缓缓地，沉思地、转身走开，重新接受着他的孤立，他知道这样是好些的，她应该向他前来，追逐她是没有用的，没有用的。 
波太太看着他婚姻没了，看着他的狗儿跑着跟在他的后面。 'Well, well!' she said. 'He's the one man I never thought of; and the one man I might have thought of. He was nice to me when he was a lad, after I lost Ted. Well, well! Whatever would he say if he knew!' " 呵呵，原来这样！"对延迟产，"我一向就没有想以他，而他恰恰便我所应该想到的！我没有了德底以后(那时他还年轻)他曾对象很好过，呵，呵！假如他知道了的话，他将怎么说呢！" And she glanced triumphantly at the already sleeping Clifford, as she stepped softly from the room. 她向着自已经入睡了的克利福得意地望了一眼，轻轻地走出了房门。 Connie was sorting out one of the Wragby lumber rooms. There were several: the house was a warren, and the family never sold anything. Sir Geoffery's father had liked pictures and Sir Geoffery's mother had liked cinquecento furniture. Sir Geoffery himself had liked old carved oak chests, vestry chests. So it went on through the generations. Clifford collected very modern pictures, at very moderate prices. So in the lumber room there were bad Sir Edwin Landseers and pathetic William Henry Hunt birds' nests: and other Academy stuff, enough to frighten the daughter of an R.A. She determined to look through it one day, and clear it all. And the grotesque furniture interested her. 康妮正在一间旧物贮藏室里收拾着。勒格贝有好几间边样的贮藏室，这林厦真是个么贮藏库，而这家人却永不把旧东西南卖。佐佛莱男爵的父亲喜欢收藏图画，佐佛莱男爵的母亲喜欢收藏十六世纪的意大利家具。佐佛莱男爵他自己喜欢收藏橡木雕刻的老箱子，教堂里的圣衣箱。边样一代一代地传下来。克利福收藏些近代画，一些不大值钱的近代画。 在这旧物贮藏室里，有些兰德西尔的坏作品，有些韩特的可怜的鸟巢和其他一堆庸俗的皇家艺术学会会员的绘画，都是足使一个皇家艺术学会会员的女人吓倒的。她决意把这一切东西查阅一遍，整理出来，那些粗重的有具使她觉得有趣。 Wrapped up carefully to preserve it from damage and dry-rot was the old family cradle, of rosewood. She had to unwrap it, to look at it. It had a certain charm: she looked at it a longtime. 她发现了一个家传的红木老摇篮。这摇篮被谨慎地包捆着，以防尘埃和损坏。她把它拆开了。这摇篮有着某种可人的地方；她审视了一番。 
真可借用不着这个摇篮。"在旁边帮着忙的被太太叹着气说，"虽然这样的摇篮现在已经太旧式了。" 'It might be called for. I might have a child,' said Connie casually, as if saying she might have a new hat. " 也许有一天用得着的，我也许要有个孩子呢。"康妮从容地说，仿佛说着她也许可以有一顶新帽子似地轻易。 'You mean if anything happened to Sir Clifford!' stammered Mrs Bolton. " 难道你是说克利福男爵可以好些么？"波太太结结巴巴地说。 'No! I mean as things are. It's only muscular paralysis with Sir Clifford---it doesn't affect him,' said Connie, lying as naturally as breathing. " 不必等到他好些了，我是照他现在的情况说。他只是筋肉的瘫痪罢了--这对他是没有妨碍的。"康妮自然得象呼吸似地说着谎。 Clifford had put the idea into her head. He had said: 'Of course I may have a child yet. I'm not really mutilated at all. The potency may easily come back, even if the muscles of the hips and legs are paralysed. And then the seed may be transferred.' 那是克利福给她的主意，她说过，"自然啦，我还可以生个孩子的。我并不是真的残废了，纵令臀部和腿部的筋肉瘫痪了，而且殖力是可以容易恢复的，那时种子便可以传递了。" 
他对于彩矿问题是这样的致力，在这种活泼奋勇的日子里，他真的好象觉得他的性功能就要恢复了。康妮恐怖地望着他。但是她是够机警地把他的暗示拿来当作她自己的武器的。因为假如她能够的话，她定要有个孩子的，不过那决不是克利福的孩子。 Mrs Bolton was for a moment breathless, flabbergasted. Then she didn't believe it: she saw in it a ruse. Yet doctors could do such things nowadays. They might sort of graft seed. 波太大气窒着呆了一会，过后，她知道了这只是欺骗的话罢了，不足相信的，不过，今日的医生们是能做这种事的；他们很能够做接种这类的事情的。 'Well, my Lady, I only hope and pray you may. It would be lovely for you: and for everybody. My word, a child in Wragby, what a difference it would make!' " 呵，夫人，我只希望和褥着你可以有个孩子，对于你和对于大家，那是件多么可喜的事！老实说，勒格贝大厦里有个孩子，事情就大不同了！" 'Wouldn't it!' said Connie. " 可不是？"康妮说。 And she chose three R. A. pictures of sixty years ago, to send to the Duchess of Shortlands for that lady's next charitable bazaar. She was called 'the bazaar duchess', and she always asked all the county to send things for her to sell. She would be delighted with three framed R. A.s. She might even call, on the strength of them. How furious Clifford was when she called! 她选了三张六十年前的皇家艺术学会会员的图画，去送给学兰公爵夫人主办的慈善贩卖会。人家叫她做"贩卖会会爵夫人"，她是常常向所有的有爵位的人征求物品给她贩卖的，她得了这三张装了框、署了皇家艺术学会会员的名的图画，定要得意极了，她也许还要亲自来拜谢呢，克利福是顶讨厌她的造访的！ 
但是，天呀！"波太太心里想，"你准备给我们的是不是梅乐士的孩子啊？天呀，天呀，那简直是一个达娃斯哈的孩子在勒格贝大厦摇篮里了！不过那也可以无愧于这个摇篮的！" Among other monstrosities in this lumber room was a largish blackjapanned box, excellently and ingeniously made some sixty or seventy years ago, and fitted with every imaginable object. On top was a concentrated toilet set: brushes, bottles, mirrors, combs, boxes, even three beautiful little razors in safety sheaths, shaving-bowl and all. Underneath came a sort of escritoire outfit: blotters, pens, ink-bottles, paper, envelopes, memorandum books: and then a perfect sewing-outfit, with three different sized scissors, thimbles, needles, silks and cottons, darning egg, all of the very best quality and perfectly finished. Then there was a little medicine store, with bottles labelled Laudanum, Tincture of Myrrh, Ess. Cloves and so on: but empty. Everything was perfectly new, and the whole thing, when shut up, was as big as a small, but fat weekend bag. And inside, it fitted together like a puzzle. The bottles could not possibly have spilled: there wasn't room. 在这旧物贮藏室堆积着的许多离奇古怪的东西中，有一日黑漆的大箱子，做得非常巧妙，这是六七十年前的东西，里面安排着各种各样的物件，上面是一些梳妆用品；刷子、瓶子、镜子、梳子、小盒子甚至三个精致的保险小剃刀、肥皂、确和一切刮脸用品。下面是写字台用品：吸水纸、笔、墨水瓶、纸、信封、记事薄。再下全是在女红用具；三把大小不同的剪刀、针、信封、记事簿。再下便是女红用具；三把大小不同的剪刀、针、针箍、丝线、棉线。补缀用的木球，这一切都是精细的上品，此外还有个放药品的格子，瓶子上标着名种药名："鸦片药酒"、"松香水"、"丁香精"等，但都是空的。一切都是没有用过的东西。整个箱子台起来的时候，象一个小而拥肿的提箱。里面摆布得迷魂阵一样的密。密到子里的，水都流不出来：因为一点空也都没有了。 The thing was wonderfully made and contrived, excellent craftsmanship of the Victorian order. But somehow it was monstrous. Some Chatterley must even have felt it, for the thing had never been used. It had a peculiar soullessness. 做工和设计都非常精美，这是维多利亚时代的手艺但是这箱子却有点太怪异了。购置这日箱子的查太莱前辈一定也有这种感觉所以从来没有人拿来使用过，这是一口无灵魂的死箱子。
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