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A mile off, beyond the fields, lay a road which stretched in the contrary direction to Millcote;
一英里外田野的那邊有一條路，伸向與米爾科特相反的方向。
a road I had never travelled, but often noticed, and wondered where it led: thither I bent my steps.
這條路我盡管常常看到，但從來(lái)沒(méi)有走過(guò)，不知道它通向哪里。我信步朝那個(gè)方向走去。
No reflection was to be allowed now: not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward.
此刻不允許憶舊了，不允許往后看上一眼，甚至也不得往前看一眼。
Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future.
不能回想過(guò)去，也不能瞻望將來(lái)。
The first was a page so heavenly sweet -- so deadly sad
過(guò)去是一頁(yè)書，那么無(wú)比美妙--又是那么極度悲哀
that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy.
讀上一行就會(huì)打消我的勇氣，摧毀我的精力。
The last was an awful blank: something like the world when the deluge was gone by.
而未來(lái)是一個(gè)可怕的空白，仿佛洪水退去后的世界。
I skirted fields, and hedges, and lanes till after sunrise.
我沿著田野、籬笆和小路走著，直到太陽(yáng)升起。
I believe it was a lovely summer morning:
我想那是個(gè)可愛(ài)的夏日清晨，
I know my shoes, which I had put on when I left the house, were soon wet with dew.
我知道離家時(shí)穿的鞋子已很快被露水打濕。
But I looked neither to rising sun, nor smiling sky, nor wakening nature.
但我既沒(méi)看初升的太陽(yáng)，微笑的天空，也沒(méi)看蘇醒的大自然。
He who is taken out to pass through a fair scene to the scaffold,
被帶往斷頭臺(tái)，路見(jiàn)漂亮景色的人，
thinks not of the flowers that smile on his road, but of the block and axe-edge;
不會(huì)有心思去想路上朝他微笑的花朵，而只是想到行刑時(shí)的木砧和斧頭的利刃，
of the disseverment of bone and vein; of the grave gaping at the end:
想到身首的分離，想到最終張著大口的墓穴，
and I thought of drear flight and homeless wandering -- and oh! with agony I thought of what I left. I could not help it.
我想到了令人喪氣的逃跑和無(wú)家可歸的流浪--呵，想起我離開(kāi)的一切多么令人痛苦。而我又無(wú)可奈何。
I thought of him now -- in his room -- watching the sunrise;
此刻我想起了他--在他的房間里--看著日出，
hoping I should soon come to say I would stay with him and be his.
希望我馬上會(huì)去說(shuō)，我愿意與他呆著，愿意屬于他。
I longed to be his; I panted to return: it was not too late; I could yet spare him the bitter pang of bereavement.
我渴望屬于他，渴望回去，現(xiàn)在還不算太晚。我能免除他失我的劇痛。
