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I was in my own room as usual -- just myself, without obvious change: nothing had smitten me, or scathed me, or maimed me.
我像往常那樣呆在我的房間里--只有我自己，沒有明顯的變化。我沒有受到折磨，損傷或者殘害，
And yet where was the Jane Eyre of yesterday? -- where was her life? -- where were her prospects?
然而昨天的簡·愛又在哪兒呢？她的生命在哪兒？她的前程在哪兒？
Jane Eyre, who had been an ardent, expectant woman -- almost a bride, was a cold, solitary girl again:
簡·愛，她曾是一個熱情洋溢、充滿期待的女人--差一點做了新娘--再度成了冷漠、孤獨的姑娘。
her life was pale; her prospects were desolate.
她的生命很蒼白，她的前程很凄涼。
A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June;
圣誕的霜凍在仲夏就降臨；十二月的白色風暴六月里便刮得天旋地轉；
ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud:
冰凌替成熟的蘋果上了釉彩；積雪摧毀了怒放的玫瑰；干草田和玉米地里覆蓋著一層冰凍的壽衣；
lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow;
昨夜還姹紫嫣紅的小巷，今日無人踩踏的積雪已經封住了道路；
and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics,
十二小時之前還樹葉婆娑、香氣撲鼻猶如熱帶樹叢的森林，
now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.
現在已經白茫茫一片荒蕪，猶如冬日挪威的松林，
My hopes were all dead -- struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in the land of Egypt.
我的希望全都熄滅了--受到了微妙致命的一擊，就像埃及的長子一夜之間所受到的一樣。
I looked on my cherished wishes, yesterday so blooming and glowing;
我觀察了自己所抱的希望，昨天還是那么繁茂，那么光彩照人，
they lay stark, chill, livid corpses that could never revive.
現在卻變得光禿禿、寒顫顫、鉛灰色了--成了永遠無法復活的尸體。
I looked at my love: that feeling which was my master's
我審視著我的愛情，我主人的那種感情，
which he had created; it shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle;
他所造成的感情，在我心里打著寒顫，象冰冷搖籃里的一個病孩，
sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr. Rochester's arms -- it could not derive warmth from his breast.
病痛已經纏身，卻又難以回到羅切斯特先生的懷抱--無法從他的胸膛得到溫暖。
