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I wish to foster, not to blight — to earn gratitude, not to wring tears of blood — no, nor of brine.
我希望培植，不希望摧殘 — 希望贏得感激，而不是擰出血淚來 — 不，不是淚水。
My harvest must be in smiles, in endearments, in sweet — That will do.
我的收獲必須是微笑、撫慰和甜蜜 — 這樣才行。
I think I rave in a kind of exquisite delirium.
我想我是在美夢中囈語。
I should wish now to protract this moment ad infinitum, but I dare not.
我真想把眼前這一刻無限延長，但我不敢。
So far I have governed myself thoroughly.
到現在為止，我自我控制得很好。
I have acted as I inwardly swore I would act, but further might try me beyond my strength.
像心里暗暗發誓的那樣行動，但是再演下去也許要經受一場非我力所能及的考驗。
Rise, Miss Eyre. leave me; 'the play is played out'.
起來，愛小姐，離開我吧，‘戲已經演完了’。
Where was I? Did I wake or sleep? Had I been dreaming? Did I dream still?
我在哪兒呢？是醒著還是睡著了？我一直在做夢嗎？此刻還在做夢？
The old woman's voice had changed.
這老太婆已換了嗓門。
Her accent, her gesture, and all were familiar to me as my own face in a glass — as the speech of my own tongue.
她的口音、她的手勢、她的一切，就象鏡中我自己的面孔，也象我口中說的話，我都非常熟悉。
I got up, but did not go.
我立起身來，但并沒有走。
I looked; I stirred the fire, and I looked again.
我瞧了瞧，撥了撥火，再瞧了她一下。
But she drew her bonnet and her bandage closer about her face, and again beckoned me to depart.
但是她把帽子和繃帶拉得緊貼在臉上，而且再次擺手讓我走。
The flame illuminated her hand stretched out.
火焰照亮了她伸出的手。
Roused now, and on the alert for discoveries, I at once noticed that hand.
這時我已清醒，一心想發現什么，立即注意到了這只手。
It was no more the withered limb of eld than my own.
跟我的手一樣，這不是只老年人干枯的手。
It was a rounded supple member, with smooth fingers, symmetrically turned.
它豐滿柔軟，手指光滑而勻稱。
