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"It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels:
“這兒到愛爾蘭很遠，珍妮特，很抱歉，把我的小朋友送上這么今人厭倦的旅程：
but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped?
但要是沒有更好的主意了，那該怎么辦呢？
Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?"
簡，你認為你我之間有相近之處嗎？”
I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still.
這時我沒敢回答，因為我內心很激動。
"Because," he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you
“因為，”他說，“有時我對你有一種奇怪的感覺，
especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs,
尤其是當你象現在這樣靠近我的時候：仿佛我左面的肋骨有一根弦，
tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame.
跟你小小的身軀同一個部位相似的弦緊緊地維系著，難分難解。
And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us,
如果咆哮的海峽和二百英里左右的陸地，把我們遠遠分開，
I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt;
恐怕這根情感交流的弦會折斷，
and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.
于是我不安地想到，我的內心會流血。
As for you, -- you'd forget me."
至于你--你會忘掉我。”
"That I never should, sir: you know" --impossible to proceed.
“那我永遠不會，先生，你知道...”我不可能再說下去了。
"Jane, do you hear that nightingale singing in the wood? Listen!"
“簡，聽見夜鶯在林中歌唱嗎？聽呀！”
