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This was the climax. A pang of exquisite suffering -- a throe of true despair -- rent and heaved my heart.
這下子可是倒霉透頂了。一陣劇痛--徹底絕望的痛苦--充溢并撕裂了我的心。
Worn out, indeed, I was; not another step could I stir.
其實(shí)我已經(jīng)衰弱不堪，就是再往前跨一步的力氣都沒有了。
I sank on the wet doorstep: I groaned -- I wrung my hands -- I wept in utter anguish.
我頹然倒在潮濕的門前臺(tái)階上。我呻吟著--絞著手--極度痛苦地哭了起來。
Oh, this spectre of death! Oh, this last hour, approaching in such horror!
呵，死亡的幽靈！呵，這最后的一刻來得那么恐怖！
Alas, this isolation -- this banishment from my kind!
哎呀，這種孤獨(dú)--那么從自己同類中被攆走！
Not only the anchor of hope, but the footing of fortitude was gone -- at least for a moment;
不要說希望之錨消失了，就連剛強(qiáng)精神立足的地方也不見了--至少有一會(huì)兒是這樣，
but the last I soon endeavoured to regain.
但后一點(diǎn)，我馬上又努力恢復(fù)了。
"I can but die," I said, "and I believe in God. Let me try to wait His will in silence."
“我只能死了，”我說，“而我相信上帝，讓我試著默默地等待他的意志吧。”
These words I not only thought, but uttered;
這些話我不僅腦子里想了，而且還說出了口，
and thrusting back all my misery into my heart, I made an effort to compel it to remain there -- dumb and still.
我把一切痛苦又驅(qū)回心里，竭力強(qiáng)迫它留在那里，安安靜靜地不出聲。
