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People talk of natural sympathies.
人們愛談天生的同情心。
I have heard of good genii.
我曾聽說過好的神怪。
There are grains of truth in the wildest fable. My cherished preserver, good night!
在那個荒誕的寓言里包含著一絲真理。我所珍重的救命恩人。晚安。
Strange energy was in his voice, strange fire in his look.
在他的嗓音里有一種奇特的活力，在他的目光里有一種奇怪的火光。
“I am glad I happened to be awake,” I said, and then I was going.
“我很高興，剛巧醒著，”我說，隨后我就走開了。
What! You will go?
什么，你要走了？
I am cold, sir.
我覺得冷，先生。
Cold? Yes, and standing in a pool! Go, then, Jane, go!
冷？是的，而且站在水潭中呢！那么走吧，簡！
But he still retained my hand, and I could not free it.
不過他仍然握著我的手，我難以擺脫。
I bethought myself of an expedient.
于是我想出了一個權宜之計。
“I think I hear Mrs. Fairfax move, sir,” said I.
“我想我聽見了費爾法克斯太太的走動聲了，先生”我說。
“Well, leave me” he relaxed his fingers, and I was gone.
“好吧，你走吧，”他放開手，我便走了。
I regained my couch, but never thought of sleep.
我又上了床。但睡意全無。
Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea,
我被拋擲到了具有浮力，卻很不平靜的海面上，
where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy.
煩惱的波濤在喜悅的巨浪下翻滾，如此一直到了天明。
I thought sometimes I saw beyond its wild waters a shore, sweet as the hills of Beulah.
有時我想，越過洶涌澎湃的水面，我看到了像比烏拉山那么甜蜜的海岸。
And now and then a freshening gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne,
時而有一陣被希望所喚起的清風，將我的靈魂得意洋洋地載向目的地，
but I could not reach it, even in fancy
但即使在幻想之中，我也難以抵達那里，
a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back.
陸地上吹來了逆風，不斷地把我刮回去。
Sense would resist delirium.
理智會抵制昏聵。
Judgment would warn passion.
判斷能警策熱情。
Too feverish to rest, I rose as soon as day dawned.
我興奮得無法安睡，于是天一亮便起床了。
