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"Jane, you look blooming, and smiling, and pretty," said he: "truly pretty this morning.
“簡，你容光煥發(fā)，笑容滿面，漂亮極了。”他說。“今天早晨真的很漂亮。
Is this my pale, little elf? Is this my mustard-seed?
這就是我蒼白的小精靈嗎？這不是我的小芥子嗎？”
This little sunny-faced girl with the dimpled cheek and rosy lips;
不就是這個臉帶笑靨，嘴唇鮮紅，
the satin-smooth hazel hair, and the radiant hazel eyes?"
頭發(fā)栗色光滑如緞，眼睛淡褐光芒四射，滿面喜色的小姑娘嗎？
I had green eyes, reader; but you must excuse the mistake: for him they were new-dyed, I suppose.
讀者，我的眼睛是青色的，但是你得原諒他的錯誤，對他來說我的眼睛染上了新的顏色。
"It is Jane Eyre, sir."
“我是簡·愛，先生。”
"Soon to be Jane Rochester," he added: "in four weeks, Janet; not a day more. Do you hear that?"
“很快就要叫作簡·羅切斯特了”，他補充說，“再過四周，珍妮特，一天也不多，你聽到了嗎？”
I did, and I could not quite comprehend it: it made me giddy.
我聽到了，但我并不理解，它便我頭昏目眩。
The feeling, the announcement sent through me,
他的宣布在我心頭所引起的感覺，
was something stronger than was consistent with joy -- something that smote and stunned. It was, I think almost fear.
是不同于喜悅的更強烈的東西--是一種給人打擊、使你發(fā)呆的東西。我想這近乎是恐懼。
