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The elder child remained with her father when the rest had gone away, and made his tea for him - happy little house-keeper she was then! — and sat conversing with him, sometimes at the window, sometimes in the room, until the candles came. He made her his companion, though she was some years younger than Florence; and she could be as staid and pleasantly demure, with her little book or work-box, as a woman. When they had candles, Florence from her own dark room was not afraid to look again. But when the time came for the child to say 'Good-night, Papa,' and go to bed, Florence would sob and tremble as she raised her face to him, and could look no more.
當其他的女孩子離開以后，最大的女孩子留下跟父親在一起，給他泡茶——那時她是多么幸福的小管家啊！——，坐著和他談話，有時在窗口，有時在房間里，直到點上蠟燭的時候。雖然她比弗洛倫斯還小幾歲，但他卻把她當作他的伴侶；她拿著她的小書或針線匣，能跟成年婦女一樣沉著冷靜；而且有趣的是，也跟她們一樣文雅莊重。當她們點上蠟燭的時候，弗洛倫斯從她自己黑暗的房間里不怕再去看她們。可是到了孩子們說，‘爸爸，晚安！’，前去睡覺的時候，弗洛倫斯卻會哭泣、顫抖，這時她抬起臉來向著他，但卻不能再看到什么了。
Though still she would turn, again and again, before going to bed herself from the simple air that had lulled him to rest so often, long ago, and from the other low soft broken strain of music, back to that house. But that she ever thought of it, or watched it, was a secret which she kept within her own young breast.
不過，在她自己睡覺以前，她卻會一次又一次停止唱那支好久以前經常給保羅催眠的簡樸的歌曲，停止彈奏另一段低沉、溫柔、斷斷續續的音樂，重新回來看這座房屋。她常常想著它，密切地注視著它，但她卻把這作為秘密保守在她年輕的心中。
And did that breast of Florence — Florence, so ingenuous and true — so worthy of the love that he had borne her, and had whispered in his last faint words — whose guileless heart was mirrored in the beauty of her face, and breathed in every accent of her gentle voice - did that young breast hold any other secret? Yes. One more.
弗洛倫斯是這樣真誠與忠實，保羅在心中對她所懷有的、在臨終時用微弱的聲音在她的耳邊訴說過的愛，她是受之無愧的。她的正直的心靈反映在她美麗的面容中，表露在她的溫柔的聲音的每一個音調中。在那年輕的心胸中，是不是還隱藏著其他什么秘密呢？是的，還有一個秘密。
When no one in the house was stirring, and the lights were all extinguished, she would softly leave her own room, and with noiseless feet descend the staircase, and approach her father's door. Against it, scarcely breathing, she would rest her face and head, and press her lips, in the yearning of her love. She crouched upon the cold stone floor outside it, every night, to listen even for his breath; and in her one absorbing wish to be allowed to show him some affection, to be a consolation to him, to win him over to the endurance of some tenderness from her, his solitary child, she would have knelt down at his feet, if she had dared, in humble supplication.
當住宅中所有的人都已沉睡，所有的燈光都已熄滅時，她就會悄悄地離開自己的房間，邁著無聲的腳步，走下樓梯，走近她父親的房門。她會幾乎屏住呼吸，把臉和頭挨著它，并懷著熱愛，把嘴唇緊貼著它。每天夜里她都蹲在門外冷冰冰的石頭地板上，希望能聽一聽哪怕是他的呼吸；她一心一意地希望能允許向他表示一些愛，能成為他的安慰，能使他回心轉意，接受他的孤獨無依的孩子向他表示的親切溫存的心意；如果她有膽量，她會跪在他的腳跟，低聲下氣地哀求。
No one knew it' No one thought of it. The door was ever closed, and he shut up within. He went out once or twice, and it was said in the house that he was very soon going on his country journey; but he lived in those rooms, and lived alone, and never saw her, or inquired for her. Perhaps he did not even know that she was in the house.
誰也不知道這個情況；誰也沒有想到它。房門一直關閉著，他就被關在里面。他出去過一、兩次；屋子里的人們都說他不久就要動身去鄉下旅行了；可是他住在那些房間里，獨自一人住著，從來沒有看見過她或打聽過她。或者也許他甚至不知道她就住在這個屋子里。
