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He turned the key and opened the door.
他轉動了一下鑰匙，開了門。
I saw a room I remembered to have seen before, the day Mrs. Fairfax showed me over the house.
我看見了一個似曾見過的房間，記得就在費爾法克斯太太帶我流覽整幢房子的那一天。
It was hung with tapestry, but the tapestry was now looped up in one part,
房間里懸著掛毯，但此刻一部份已經卷了起來，
and there was a door apparent, which had then been concealed.
露出了一扇門，以前是遮蔽著的。
This door was open. A light shone out of the room within.
門敞開著。里面的燈光射向門外。
I heard thence a snarling, snatching sound, almost like a dog quarrelling.
我從那里聽到了一陣斷斷續續的咆哮聲，同狗叫差不多。
Mr. Rochester, putting down his candle, said to me, "Wait a minute," and he went forward to the inner apartment.
羅切斯特先生放下蠟燭，對我說了聲"等一下，"便往前向內間走去。
A shout of laughter greeted his entrance.
他一進去便響起了一陣笑聲。
Noisy at first, and terminating in Grace Poole's own goblin ha! ha! She then was there.
先是鬧鬧嚷嚷，后來以格雷斯·普爾妖怪般的哈哈聲而告終。她當時就在那兒。
He made some sort of arrangement without speaking, though I heard a low voice address him.
他一聲不吭地作了安排，不過我還聽到有人低聲地同他說了話。
He came out and closed the door behind him. "Here, Jane!" he said.
他走了出來，隨手關了門。"這兒來，簡！"他說。
And I walked round to the other side of a large bed,
我繞到了一張大床的另外一頭，
which with its drawn curtains concealed a considerable portion of the chamber.
這張帷幔緊鎖的床遮去了大半個房間。
An easy-chair was near the bed-head. A man sat in it, dressed with the exception of his coat.
床頭邊有把安樂椅，椅子上坐了個人，除了外套什么都穿上了。
He was still; his head leant back. His eyes were closed.
他一動不動，腦袋往后靠著。雙眼緊閉。
Mr. Rochester held the candle over him.
羅切斯特先生把蠟燭端過他頭頂。
I recognised in his pale and seemingly lifeless face — the stranger, Mason.
從蒼白沒有血色的臉上，我認出了那個陌生人梅森。
I saw too that his linen on one side, and one arm, was almost soaked in blood.
我還看到，他內衣的一邊和一只胳膊幾乎都浸透了血。
