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I had seen him lying there myself in the mornings.
我自己就在早上看到過它躺在那里。
The idea calmed me somewhat.
這么一想，心里也便鎮靜了些。
I lay down. Silence composes the nerves.
我躺了下來，沉寂安撫了我的神經。
And as an unbroken hush now reigned again through the whole house, I began to feel the return of slumber.
待到整所房子復又被一片寧靜所籠罩時，我感到睡意再次襲來。
But it was not fated that I should sleep that night.
但是那天晚上我是注定無法睡覺了。
A dream had scarcely approached my ear, when it fled affrighted, scared by a marrow-freezing incident enough.
夢仙幾乎還沒接近我的耳朵，便被足以使人嚇得冷入骨髓的事件唬跑了。
This was a demoniac laugh — low, suppressed, and deep — uttered,
那是一陣惡魔般的笑聲--壓抑而低沉--
as it seemed, at the very keyhole of my chamber door.
仿佛就在我房門的鎖孔外響起來的。
The head of my bed was near the door,
我的床頭靠門，
and I thought at first the goblin-laugher stood at my bedside — or rather, crouched by my pillow.
所以我起初以為那笑著的魔鬼站在我床邊，或是蹲在枕旁。
But I rose, looked round, and could see nothing.
但是我起身環顧左右，卻什么也沒有看到。
While, as I still gazed, the unnatural sound was reiterated.
而當我還在凝神細看時，那不自然的聲音再次響起。
And I knew it came from behind the panels.
而且我知道來自嵌板的背后。
My first impulse was to rise and fasten the bolt; my next, again to cry out, "Who is there?"
我的第一個反應是爬起來去拴好門，接著我又叫了一聲"誰在那里？"
Something gurgled and moaned.
什么東西發出了咯咯聲和呻吟聲。
Ere long, steps retreated up the gallery towards the third-storey staircase.
不久那腳步又退回走廊，上了三樓的樓梯。
A door had lately been made to shut in that staircase.
最近那里裝了一扇門，關閉了樓梯。
I heard it open and close, and all was still.
我聽見門被打開又被關上，一切復歸平靜。
"Was that Grace Poole? And is she possessed with a devil?" thought I.
"那是格雷斯·普爾嗎，難道她妖魔附身了，"我想。
Impossible now to remain longer by myself.
我獨個兒再也待不住了。
I must go to Mrs. Fairfax.
我得去找費爾法克斯太太。
I hurried on my frock and a shawl.
我匆匆穿上外衣，披上披肩。
I withdrew the bolt and opened the door with a trembling hand.
用抖動著的手拔了門栓，開了門。
There was a candle burning just outside, and on the matting in the gallery.
就在門外，燃著一支蠟燭，留在走廊的墊子上。
