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Mr. Rochester heard, but heeded not: he stood stubborn and rigid, making no movement but to possess himself of my hand.
羅切斯特先生聽了置之不理。他頑固而僵直地站著，一動不動，但握住了我的手。
What a hot and strong grasp he had and how like quarried marble was his pale, firm, massive front at this moment!
他握得多緊！他的手多灼人！他那蒼白、堅定的闊臉這時多么像開采下來的大理石！
How his eye shone, still watchful, and yet wild beneath!
他的眼睛多么有光彩！表面平靜警覺，底下卻猶如翻江倒海！
Mr. Wood seemed at a loss. "What is the nature of the impediment?" he asked.
沃德先生似乎不知所措，“是哪一類性質的障礙？”
"Perhaps it may be got over -- explained away?"
他問。“說不定可以排除--能夠解釋清楚呢？”
"Hardly," was the answer. "I have called it insuperable, and I speak advisedly."
“幾乎不可能，”那人回答，“我稱它難以克服，是經過深思熟慮后才說的。”
The speaker came forward and leaned on the rails.
說話人走到前面，倚在欄桿上。
He continued, uttering each word distinctly, calmly, steadily, but not loudly...
他往下說，每個字都說得那么清楚，那么鎮定，那么穩重，但聲音并不高。
"It simply consists in the existence of a previous marriage. Mr. Rochester has a wife now living."
“障礙完全在于一次以前的婚姻，羅切斯特先生有一個妻子還活著。”
My nerves vibrated to those low-spoken words as they had never vibrated to thunder
這幾個字輕輕道來，但對我神經所引起的震動，卻甚過于雷霆，
my blood felt their subtle violence as it had never felt frost or fire;
對我血液的細微侵蝕遠甚于風霜水火，
but I was collected, and in no danger of swooning.
但我又鎮定下來了，沒有暈倒的危險。
I looked at Mr. Rochester: I made him look at me.
我瞧了瞧羅切斯特先生，讓他瞧著我。
His whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint.
他的整張臉成了一塊蒼白的巖石。他的眼睛直冒火星，卻又堅如燧石。
He disavowed nothing: he seemed as if he would defy all things.
他一點也沒有否認，似乎要無視一切。
Without speaking, without smiling, without seeming to recognise in me a human being,
他沒有說話，沒有微笑，也似乎沒有把我看作一個人，
he only twined my waist with his arm and riveted me to his side.
而只是胳膊緊緊摟住我的腰，把我緊貼在他身邊。
