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你一旦深爱了一个男子时，那是可怕的！"她说。"唉！夫人、那便是使人觉得这么苦痛的原因，你觉得人们都是希望他死的。你觉得矿坑是存心害死他的。唉。我觉得假如世上没有矿坑。并且没有经营煤矿的人的话，他是决不会离开我的。但是他们全都是想拆散一对相投的男女。" 'If they're physically together,' said Connie. " 肉体地相投的男友。"康妮说。 'That's right, my Lady! There's a lot of hard-hearted folks in the world. And every morning when he got up and went to th' pit, I felt it was wrong, wrong. But what else could he do? What can a man do?' " 对了，夫人！这世上铁石心肠的人太多了，每天早晨，当他起来去矿坑里做工时，我总觉得那是不祥的，不祥的，但是他除了到矿坑里做工以外还能怎样呢？一个穷人能怎样呢？" A queer hate flared in the woman. 一种奇异的疾恨燃烧着这个妇人。 'But can a touch last so long?' Connie asked suddenly. 'That you could feel him so long?' " 难道一种接触关系能够延续到这么久么？"康妮突然地问道，"那使你这么久还能够感觉着他么？" 
呵，夫人，除此以外还有什么能持久的呢？孩子们长大了便要离开你。但是男子，呵！……但是连这点接触的记忆，他们都想把你夺杀了。甚至你自己的孩子！不过，谁知道！我们也许是要分离的。但是感情是不同的东西哟，也许最好是永远不要爱上谁。不过，当我看见那些从来不曾真正地受男子彻底地温暖过的女人，我便觉得她们总是些可怜虫。不怕她们穿得多漂亮。风头出得多有劲，不，我的主意是不会变的。我对于人世是没有什么尊敬的。" Connie went to the wood directly after lunch. It was really a lovely day, the first dandelions making suns, the first daisies so white. The hazel thicket was a lace-work, of half-open leaves, and the last dusty perpendicular of the catkins. Yellow celandines now were in crowds, flat open, pressed back in urgency, and the yellow glitter of themselves. It was the yellow, the powerful yellow of early summer. And primroses were broad, and full of pale abandon, thick-clustered primroses no longer shy. The lush, dark green of hyacinths was a sea, with buds rising like pale corn, while in the riding the forget-me-nots were fluffing up, and columbines were unfolding their ink-purple ruches, and there were bits of blue bird's eggshell under a bush. Everywhere the bud-knots and the leap of life! 午饭过后，康妮马上便到林中去，那真是可爱的一天。蒲公英开着太阳似的花，新出的雏菊花是棕的自，擦树的茂林，半开的叶子中杂着尘灰颜色的垂直花絮，好象是一幅花边。大开着的黄燕蔬。满地簇拥。象黄金似的在闪耀。这种黄边。是初夏的有力的黄色。莲馨花灰灰地盛开着。花姿招展的莲馨花。再也不畏缩了。绿油油的玉簪。象是个苍海。向上举着一串串的蓓蕾。跑马路上，毋忘我草乱蓬蓬地繁生着。楼斗莱乍开着它们的紫蓝色的花苞。在那矮丛林的下面。还有些蓝色的鸟蛋壳。处处都是蕾芽。处处都是生命的突跃！ The keeper was not at the hut. Everything was serene, brown chickens running lustily. Connie walked on towards the cottage, because she wanted to find him. 守猎人并不在那小屋里。那儿，一切都是在静穆中。棕色的少鸡在肆意地奔窜着。康妮继续向着村舍走去。因为她要去会他。 The cottage stood in the sun, off the wood's edge. In the little garden the double daffodils rose in tufts, near the wide-open door, and red double daisies made a border to the path. There was the bark of a dog, and Flossie came running. 村舍浸在太阳光里。在树林的边缘外。小园里。重苔的野水仙丛簇地生长着。靠近大开着的门前。沿着小径的两旁。都是些重苔的红雏菊。一只狗吠着。佛萝茜走上前来。 The wide-open door! so he was at home. And the sunlight falling on the red-brick floor! As she went up the path, she saw him through the window, sitting at the table in his shirt-sleeves, eating. The dog wuffed softly, slowly wagging her tail. 门大开着！那么他是在家里了。阳光铺泻在红砖的阶台上！当她经过小园里时。她从窗里看见了他。穿着衬衣。正坐在桌边吃着东西。狗儿轻轻地叫着。缓缓地摇着尾巴。 
他站了起来，来到门边，用一条红手巾揩着嘴，嘴里不住地咀嚼着。 'May I come in?' she said. " 我可以进来吗？"她说。 'Come in!' " 进来！" The sun shone into the bare room, which still smelled of a mutton chop, done in a dutch oven before the fire, because the dutch oven still stood on the fender, with the black potato-saucepan on a piece of paper, beside it on the white hearth. The fire was red, rather low, the bar dropped, the kettle singing. 简朴的房子里。阳光照了进去，房子里还带着羊排煎过后的味道。煎煮东西用的炉子还在防火架上。旁边，那白色的地上。有今盛着马铃薯的黑锅子。放在一张纸上。火是红的。但是不太起劲；通风的炉门关着。开水壶在响。 On the table was his plate, with potatoes and the remains of the chop; also bread in a basket, salt, and a blue mug with beer. The table-cloth was white oil-cloth, he stood in the shade. 桌了上摆着碟子，里面是些马铃薯和剩下的羊排。还有一个盛着面包的篓子和一只盛着啤酒的蓝杯子，桌上铺着一张白色的漆布。他站在阴影处。 
你的午餐吃得晚呢。"她说"请继续吃罢！" She sat down on a wooden chair, in the sunlight by the door. 她在门。边的阳光里，坐在一把木椅上。 'I had to go to Uthwaite,' he said, sitting down at the table but not eating. " 我得到了斯魏去。"他一边说着，一边坐了下来，。但他并不吃。 'Do eat,' she said. But he did not touch the food. " 请吃罢。"她说。但他还是不吃。 'Shall y'ave something?' he asked her. 'Shall y'ave a cup of tea? t' kettle's on t' boil'---he half rose again from his chair. " 你要吃点什么东西吗？"他用着土话问她。"你要喝杯茶么？开水壶里有开着的水。一他欠身起来。 
假如你让我自己来弄扩知。"她说着站了起来，他仿佛忧闷的样子，她觉得她正使他烦恼不安。 'Well, tea-pot's in there'---he pointed to a little, drab corner cupboard; 'an' cups. An' tea's on t' mantel ower yer 'ead,' " 艰险罢，茶壶在那边。"一他指着一个壁角的褐色的小橱子。"茶杯和茶，是在你头脾炉架上。" She got the black tea-pot, and the tin of tea from the mantel-shelf. She rinsed the tea-pot with hot water, and stood a moment wondering where to empty it. 她从炉架上取下了那黑茶壶和一盒茶叶。她用热水把茶过来洗灌了，呆了一会，不知把水倒在哪里好。 'Throw it out,' he said, aware of her. 'It's clean.' " 倒在外边。"他看见了她的迟疑的样子说，"那是净水。" She went to the door and threw the drop of water down the path. How lovely it was here, so still, so really woodland. The oaks were putting out ochre yellow leaves: in the garden the red daisies were like red plush buttons. She glanced at the big, hollow sandstone slab of the threshold, now crossed by so few feet. 她走到门边，把水倒在小径上，多可爱的地方。这么清静。这么真的森林世界！橡树发着赭黄色的小叶儿；花园里，戏雏菊象是些红毛绒上的钮结似的。她望着门槛上那块带洞的大石板。现在这门槛上跨过的脚步是这么少了。 
这儿真是个可爱的地方。"她说："这么美妙地静寂。一切都静寂而富有生命！" He was eating again, rather slowly and unwillingly, and she could feel he was discouraged. She made the tea in silence, and set the tea-pot on the hob, as she knew the people did. He pushed his plate aside and went to the back place; she heard a latch click, then he came back with cheese on a plate, and butter. 他慢慢地、有点不太愿意地重新用他的餐午，她能感觉到他是很扫兴的，她默默地沏了花，把茶壶放在炉灶上，她知道普通人是这么做的，他推开碟子。走到屋后边去，她听见了开门闰的声响，一会儿他拿了一盘干酷和牛油回来。 She set the two cups on the table; there were only two. 'Will you have a cup of tea?' she said. 她把两个茶杯放在桌上；这是仅有的两个茶杯。"你喝杯茶吗？"她说。 'If you like. Sugar's in th' cupboard, an' there's a little cream jug. Milk's in a jug in th' pantry.' " 假如你愿意的话，糖在柜子里，牛奶过来也在那儿。牛奶在伙食间里。" 'Shall I take your plate away?' she asked him. He looked up at her with a faint ironical smile. " 我把你的碟子收了好吗？"她问道。他向她望着。微微地冷笑起来。
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