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Yet I had not forgotten his faults.
不過我并沒有忘記他的缺陷。
Indeed, I could not, for he brought them frequently before me.
說實話，要忘也忘不了，因為在我面前不斷地暴露出來。
He was proud, sardonic, harsh to inferiority of every description.
對于各類低于他的人，他高傲刻薄，喜歡挖苦。
In my secret soul I knew that his great kindness to me was balanced by unjust severity to many others.
我心里暗自明白，他對我的和顏悅色，同對很多其他人的不當?shù)膰绤栂鄬Φ取?/div>
He was moody, too; unaccountably so.
他還郁郁不歡，簡直到了難以理解的程度。
I more than once, when sent for to read to him,
我被叫去讀書給他聽時，
found him sitting in his library alone, with his head bent on his folded arms.
曾不止一次地發(fā)現(xiàn)他獨自一人坐在圖書室里，腦袋伏在抱著的雙臂上。
And, when he looked up, a morose, almost a malignant, scowl blackened his features.
他抬頭時，露出悶悶不樂近乎惡意的怒容，臉色鐵青。
But I believed that his moodiness, his harshness, and his former faults of morality
不過我相信他的郁悶、他的嚴厲和他以前道德上的過錯
(I say former, for now he seemed corrected of them) had their source in some cruel cross of fate.
（我說“以前”，因為現(xiàn)在他似乎已經(jīng)糾正了）都來源于他命運中某些艱苦的磨難。
I believed he was naturally a man of better tendencies, higher principles,
我相信，比起那些受環(huán)境所薰陶，教育所灌輸或者命運所鼓勵的人來，
and purer tastes than such as circumstances had developed, education instilled, or destiny encouraged.
他生來就有更好的脾性，更高的準則和更純的旨趣。
I thought there were excellent materials in him,
我想他的素質(zhì)很好，
though for the present they hung together somewhat spoiled and tangled.
只是目前給糟塌了，亂紛紛地絞成了一團。
I cannot deny that I grieved for his grief, whatever that was, and would have given much to assuage it.
我無法否認，不管是什么樣的哀傷，我為他的哀傷而哀傷，并且愿意付出很大代價去減輕它。
