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I would have got past Mr. Rochester's chamber without a pause;
我本打算停也不停就走過羅切斯特先生的房間，
but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold, my foot was forced to stop also.
但到了他門口，我的心便暫時停止了跳動，我的腳也被迫止步了。
No sleep was there: the inmate was walking restlessly from wall to wall; and again and again he sighed while I listened.
那里沒有睡意，房中人不安地在墻內打轉，我聽見他一次又一次嘆息著。
There was a heaven -- a temporary heaven -- in this room for me, if I chose: I had but to go in and to say
要是我愿意，房間里有一個我的天堂--暫時的天堂，我只要跨進門去說：
"Mr. Rochester, I will love you and live with you through life till death,"
“羅切斯特先生，我會生生死死愛你，同你相伴，”
and a fount of rapture would spring to my lips. I thought of this.
喜悅的泉水會涌向我嘴邊，我想到了這情景。
That kind master, who could not sleep now, was waiting with impatience for day.
那位善良的主人，此刻難以成眠，不耐煩地等待著破曉。
He would send for me in the morning; I should be gone.
他會在早上把我叫去，我卻已經走了，
He would have me sought for: vainly.
他會派人找我，而白費工夫。
He would feel himself forsaken; his love rejected: he would suffer; perhaps grow desperate.
他會覺得自己被拋棄，愛被拒絕了，他會痛苦，也許會變得絕望。
I thought of this too. My hand moved towards the lock: I caught it back, and glided on.
我也想到了這一層，我的手伸向門鎖，但又縮了回來，仍舊悄悄地往前走去。
Drearily I wound my way downstairs: I knew what I had to do, and I did it mechanically.
我憂郁地走下彎曲曲的樓梯，知道該做什么，并機械地去做了。
I sought the key of the side-door in the kitchen;
我找到了廚房邊門的鑰匙，
I sought, too, a phial of oil and a feather; I oiled the key and the lock.
還找了一小瓶油和一根羽毛，把鑰匙和鎖都抹上油。
I got some water, I got some bread: for perhaps I should have to walk far;
我也弄一點水和一些面包，因為也許得長途跋涉，
and my strength, sorely shaken of late, must not break down.
我的體力最近已大傷元氣，但千萬不能倒下，
All this I did without one sound.
我沒有一絲聲響做完了這一切。
I opened the door, passed out, shut it softly. Dim dawn glimmered in the yard.
我開了門，走了出去，輕輕地把它關上，黎明在院子里灑下了暗淡的光。
The great gates were closed and locked; but a wicket in one of them was only latched.
大門緊閉著上了鎖，但一扇邊門只上了門栓。
Through that I departed: it, too, I shut; and now I was out of Thornfield.
我從這扇門走了出去，隨手又把它關上，現在我出了桑菲爾德。
