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As yet my flight, I was sure, was undiscovered.
而且可以肯定，我的逃跑還沒有被發現。
I could go back and be his comforter -- his pride; his redeemer from misery, perhaps from ruin.
我可以回去，成為他的安慰者--他的驕傲，他的拯救者，免除他的悲苦，也許還有毀滅。
Oh, that fear of his self-abandonment -- far worse than my abandonment -- how it goaded me!
呵，我擔心他自暴自棄--比我自己的要擔心的多--這多么強烈地刺激著我！
It was a barbed arrow-head in my breast; it tore me when I tried to extract it;
這是插入我胸膛帶倒鉤的箭頭，我想把它拔出來，它卻撕裂著我，
it sickened me when remembrance thrust it farther in.
而記憶進一步將它往里推去，我疼痛難忍。
Birds began singing in brake and copse: birds were faithful to their mates; birds were emblems of love.
小鳥在矮樹叢和灌木林中開始歌唱。鳥兒忠于它們的伙伴，是愛的標志。
What was I? In the midst of my pain of heart and frantic effort of principle, I abhorred myself.
而我又是什么呢？在內心的疼痛和狂熱地恪守原則之中，我討厭我自己。
I had no solace from self-approbation: none even from self-respect.
我沒有從自責中找到安慰，甚至連自尊中也找不到它。
I had injured -- wounded -- left my master. I was hateful in my own eyes.
我已經損害--傷害--離開了我的主人。在我自個兒眼中我也是可憎的。
Still I could not turn, nor retrace one step. God must have led me on.
但我不能回去，甚至后退一步。上帝得繼續領我向前。
As to my own will or conscience, impassioned grief had trampled one and stifled the other.
至于我自己的意志或良心，充滿激情的憂傷已經把一個扼殺，使另一個窒息。
I was weeping wildly as I walked along my solitary way: fast, fast I went like one delirious.
我一面在路上孤獨地走著，一面嚎啕大哭，越走越快，就像發了狂。
A weakness, beginning inwardly, extending to the limbs, seized me, and I fell:
一種虛弱從內心開始擴向四肢，攫住了我，我摔了一交。
I lay on the ground some minutes, pressing my face to the wet turf.
我在地上躺了一會，把臉埋在潮濕的草地上，
I had some fear -- or hope -- that here I should die:
我有些擔心--或者說是希望--我會死在這兒。
but I was soon up; crawling forwards on my hands and knees,
但我馬上就起來了，先是四腳四手往前爬了一陣，
and then again raised to my feet -- as eager and as determined as ever to reach the road.
隨后再次站了起來--像以往那么急切和堅決地走到了大路上。
