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可怜的母鸡！多么盲目的爱！甚至所孵的卵并不是它们自已的！康妮怜地望着它们，好懒情他之间，给一种阴郁的静默笼罩着。 'Shall us go i' th' 'ut?' he asked. " 我们进小屋里去吧？"他问道。 'Do you want me?' she asked, in a sort of mistrust. " 你要我去么？"她猜疑地问道。 'Ay, if you want to come.' " 是的，假如你愿意来的话。" She was silent. 她静默着。 
那么来吧。"他说。 And she went with him to the hut. It was quite dark when he had shut the door, so he made a small light in the lantern, as before. 她和他进到了小屋里，当他把门关上时，里面全黑了，于是他在灯笼里点了个小火，和前次一样。 'Have you left your underthings off?' he asked her. " 你把内衣脱了么？"他问道。 'Yes!' " 脱了！" 'Ay, well, then I'll take my things off too.' " 好，那么我也把我的脱了。" 
他把毡子铺在地上，把一张放在旁边，是预备盖的。她把帽子除了，把头发松了一松。他坐了下来，脱着鞋和脚绊，解着他那粗棉布裤的扣子。 'Lie down then!' he said, when he stood in his shirt. She obeyed in silence, and he lay beside her, and pulled the blanket over them both. " 那么躺下吧！"他说。那时他只穿着一件衬衣站着。她默默在服从着，他也在她旁边躺了下去，拉了毡子把他们盖着。 'There!' he said. " 好了！"他说。 And he lifted her dress right back, till he came even to her breasts. He kissed them softly, taking the nipples in his lips in tiny caresses. 他掀起了她的衣裳，直至胸膛上。他温柔地吻着她的乳房，把两只乳峰含在唇里，轻轻地爱抚着。 'Eh, but tha'rt nice, tha'rt nice!' he said, suddenly rubbing his face with a snuggling movement against her warm belly. " 呵，您真是可爱，您真是可爱！"他说，突然寺把他的脸，在她温暖的小腹上碾转地摩擦着。 
她呢，伸着两臂在他的衬衣里面搂着他，但是她却害怕，害怕他的纤瘦、光滑的、似乎强毅有力的裸体，害怕那坚猛的筋肉，她觉得又畏缩又害怕。 And when he said, with a sort of little sigh: 'Eh, tha'rt nice!' something in her quivered, and something in her spirit stiffened in resistance: stiffened from the terribly physical intimacy, and from the peculiar haste of his possession. And this time the sharp ecstasy of her own passion did not overcome her; she lay with her ends inert on his striving body, and do what she might, her spirit seemed to look on from the top of her head, and the butting of his haunches seemed ridiculous to her, and the sort of anxiety of his penis to come to its little evacuating crisis seemed farcical. Yes, this was love, this ridiculous bouncing of the buttocks, and the wilting of the poor, insignificant, moist little penis. This was the divine love! After all, the moderns were right when they felt contempt for the performance; for it was a performance. It was quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humour, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance. Even a Maupassant found it a humiliating anti-climax. Men despised the intercourse act, and yet did it. 当他幽怨似地说"呵，你真是可爱！"时，她里面的什么东西在抖战起来，而她的精神里面，什么东西却僵结起来准备反抗；反抗这可怕的肉的亲密，反抗他的奇特而迅疾的占有。这一次，她并没有被她自己的销魂的情欲所压倒，她躺着，两手无力地放在他的舞动的身上，无论怎样，她都禁不住她的精神在作局外观；她觉得他的臂部的冲撞是可笑的，他的阴茎的那种渴望着得到那片刻的排汇的样子是滑稽的。是的，这便是爱，这可笑的两臂的冲撞这可怜的、无意义的、润湿的小阴茎的萎缩。这便是神圣的爱！毕竟，现代人的藐视这种串演是有理由的，因为这是一种串演。有些诗人说得很对，创造人类的上帝，一定有个乖庚的、幽默的官能，他造了一个有理智的人，而同时却迫他做这种可笑的姿势，而且使他盲目地追求这可笑的串演。甚至一个莫泊桑都觉得爱是屈辱的没落。世人轻蔑床第间事，却又做它。 Cold and derisive her queer female mind stood apart, and though she lay perfectly still, her impulse was to heave her loins, and throw the man out, escape his ugly grip, and the butting over-riding of his absurd haunches. His body was a foolish, impudent, imperfect thing, a little disgusting in its unfinished clumsiness. For surely a complete evolution would eliminate this performance, this 'function'. 冷酷地、讥消地，她的奇异的妇人之心远引着，虽然她一动不动地躺着，但是她的本能却使她挺起腰子，想把那男子挤出去，想从他的丑恶的紧抱中，从他的怪诞的后臂的冲撞中逃了出来。这男子的身体是个愚蠢的、鲁莽的、不完备的东西，它的缺憾的笨拙，是有点令人讨厌的。人类如果是完完备地进化的话，这种串演，这种"官能；是定要被淘汰的。 And yet when he had finished, soon over, and lay very very still, receding into silence, and a strange motionless distance, far, farther than the horizon of her awareness, her heart began to weep. She could feel him ebbing away, ebbing away, leaving her there like a stone on a shore. He was withdrawing, his spirit was leaving her. He knew. 当他很快地完了时，当他卧在她的身上，狠静默的远引着，远引在一种奇异的，静息的境域里，很远地，无室她所不能及的天外时，她开始在心里做哭起来，她觉得他象潮水似的退开，退开，留下她在那儿，象一块海岸上的小石。他舞退着，他的心正离开着她，他知道。 And in real grief, tormented by her own double consciousness and reaction, she began to weep. He took no notice, or did not even know. The storm of weeping swelled and shook her, and shook him. 一股真正的哀伤袭据着她心，她痛哭起来。他并没有注意，也许甚至不知道。强烈的呜咽愈来愈厉害。摇撼着她，摇撼着他。 
暖"他说，"这一次是失败了，你没有来呢"这样看来，他是知道的！她哭得更剧烈了。 'But what's amiss?' he said. 'It's once in a while that way.' " 但是怎么啦？"他说，"有时是要这样的。" 'I...I can't love you,' she sobbed, suddenly feeling her heart breaking. " 我……我不能爱你。"她哭着说，突然地，她觉得她的心碎了。 'Canna ter? Well, dunna fret! There's no law says as tha's got to. Ta'e it for what it is.' " 您不能？那么，您不用爱就是！世上并没有法律强迫您爱。听其自然好了。" He still lay with his hand on her breast. But she had drawn both her hands from him. 他的手还是她的胸上；但是她却没有搂着他了。 
他的话是不太能安慰她的。她高声地鸣咽起来。 'Nay, nay!' he said. 'Ta'e the thick wi' th' thin. This wor a bit o' thin for once.' " 不要这样，不要这样！"他说，"甜的要，苦的也要，这一次是有点苦的。" She wept bitterly, sobbing. 'But I want to love you, and I can't. It only seems horrid.' 她哀痛地哭道："但是我很想爱你，我却不能"那是可怕的！" He laughed a little, half bitter, half amused. 他半苦昧、半椰榆地笑了一笑。 'It isna horrid,' he said, 'even if tha thinks it is. An' tha canna ma'e it horrid. Dunna fret thysen about lovin' me. Tha'lt niver force thysen to 't. There's sure to be a bad nut in a basketful. Tha mun ta'e th' rough wi' th' smooth.' " 那并不可怕。"他说，"纵令您是那么觉得，您涌使不可怕的东西成为可怕。不要管您爱不爱我。您绝不能勉强的。一篮核桃之中，总有个二泊。好的坏的都得要。" 
他撒开了他的手，再也不触摸着她了。现在，她再也不被他触摸着了，她顽皮地觉得满足起来。她憎恨他的土话：这些"您"，"您"，"您的"，假如他喜欢的话，他可以站了起来，毫不客气地直站在她面前，去如他那燕京饭店唐的粗棉布的裤子，毕竟蔑克里斯还知羞地背过脸去。这个人却是这样的自信，他甚至不人们会觉得他是鲁莽无教养的。 Yet, as he was drawing away, to rise silently and leave her, she clung to him in terror. 虽然，当他默默地舞了出来预备起身时，她恐怖地紧抱着他。
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