"Yet would to God there was an end of all this!" added Mr. Rochester, as he closed and barred the heavy yard-gates.
“上帝保佑，统统都了结了！”罗切斯特先生一面说，一面把沉重的院门关上，并拴好。
This done, he moved with slow step and abstracted air towards a door in the wall bordering the orchard.
之后，他步履迟缓、心不在焉地踱向同果园接界的墙门。
I, supposing he had done with me, prepared to return to the house.
我想他已经用不着我了，准备回房去。
Again, however, I heard him call "Jane!"
却又听见他叫了声“简！”
He had opened feel portal and stood at it, waiting for me.
他已经开了门，站在门旁等我。
"Come where there is some freshness, for a few moments," he said.
“来，这里空气新鲜，呆一会儿吧，”他说。
That house is a mere dungeon. Don't you feel it so?
这所房子不过是座监狱，你不这样觉得吗？
It seems to me a splendid mansion, sir.
我觉得是座豪华的大厦，先生。
"The glamour of inexperience is over your eyes," he answered, and you see it through a charmed medium.
“天真烂漫所造成的魔力蒙住了你的眼睛，”他回答说。“你是用着了魔的眼光来看它的。
You cannot discern that the gilding is slime and the silk draperies cobwebs.
你看不出镀的金是粘土；丝绸帐幔是蛛网。
That the marble is sordid slate, and the polished woods mere refuse chips and scaly bark.
大理石是污秽的石板；上光的木器不过是废木屑和烂树皮。
Now here (he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered) all is real, sweet, and pure.
而这里（他指着我们踏进的树叶繁茂的院落）一切都那么纯真香甜。
He strayed down a walk edged with box, with apple trees, pear trees, and cherry trees on one side,
他沿着一条小径信步走去，小径一边种着黄杨木、苹果树、梨树和樱桃树；
and a border on the other full of all sorts of old-fashioned flowers, stocks, sweet-williams, primroses, pansies,
另一边是花坛，长满了各类老式花：有紫罗兰、美洲石竹、报春花、三色瑾，
mingled with southernwood, sweet-briar, and various fragrant herbs.
混杂着老人蒿，多花蔷薇和各色香草。
They were fresh now as a succession of April showers and gleams, followed by a lovely spring morning, could make them.
四月里持续不断晴雨交替的天气，以及紧随的春光明媚的早晨，使这些花草鲜艳无比。