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"How well you read me, you witch!" interposed Mr. Rochester:
“你把我看得真透，你這女巫！”羅切斯特先生插嘴道，
"but what did you find in the veil besides its embroidery?
“但除了刺繡之外，你還在面紗里發(fā)現(xiàn)了什么？
Did you find poison, or a dagger, that you look so mournful now?"
你是見到了毒藥，還是匕首，弄得現(xiàn)在這么神色悲哀？”
"No, no, sir; besides the delicacy and richness of the fabric, I found nothing save Fairfax Rochester's pride;
“沒有，沒有，先生。除了織品的精致和華麗，以及費爾法克斯·羅切斯特的傲慢，我什么也沒有看到。
and that did not scare me, because I am used to the sight of the demon.
他的傲慢可嚇不倒我，因為我己見慣了魔鬼。
But, sir, as it grew dark, the wind rose:
可是，先生，天越來越黑，風(fēng)也越來越大了。
it blew yesterday evening, not as it blows now -- wild and high -- but 'with a sullen, moaning sound' far more eerie.
昨天的風(fēng)不像現(xiàn)在的這樣刮得強勁肆虐，而是響著沉悶的低吟聲，顯得分外古怪。
I wished you were at home. I came into this room, and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me.
我真希望你還在家里。我走進(jìn)這個房間，一見到空空蕩蕩的椅子和沒有生火的爐子，心便涼了半截。
For some time after I went to bed, I could not sleep -- a sense of anxious excitement distressed me.
上床以后，我因為激動不安、憂心忡忡而久久不能入睡。
The gale still rising, seemed to my ear to muffle a mournful under-sound;
風(fēng)勢仍在增強，在我聽來，它似乎裹夾著陣低聲的哀鳴。
whether in the house or abroad I could not at first tell, but it recurred, doubtful yet doleful at every lull;
這聲音來自屋內(nèi)還是戶外，起初我無法辨認(rèn)，但后來重又響了起來，每次間歇聽上去模糊而悲哀。
at last I made out it must be some dog howling at a distance. I was glad when it ceased.
最后我終于弄清楚那一定是遠(yuǎn)處的狗叫聲。后來叫聲停了，我非常高興。
On sleeping, I continued in dreams the idea of a dark and gusty night.
但一睡著，又繼續(xù)夢見月黑風(fēng)高的夜晚，
I continued also the wish to be with you, and experienced a strange, regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us.
繼續(xù)盼著同你在一起，并且奇怪而遺憾地意識到，某種障礙把我們隔開了。
