"It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels:
“这儿到爱尔兰很远，珍妮特，很抱歉，把我的小朋友送上这么今人厌倦的旅程：
but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped?
但要是没有更好的主意了，那该怎么办呢？
Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?"
简，你认为你我之间有相近之处吗？”
I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still.
这时我没敢回答，因为我内心很激动。
"Because," he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you
“因为，”他说，“有时我对你有一种奇怪的感觉，
especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs,
尤其是当你象现在这样靠近我的时候：仿佛我左面的肋骨有一根弦，
tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame.
跟你小小的身躯同一个部位相似的弦紧紧地维系着，难分难解。

And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us,
如果咆哮的海峡和二百英里左右的陆地，把我们远远分开，
I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt;
恐怕这根情感交流的弦会折断，
and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.
于是我不安地想到，我的内心会流血。
As for you, -- you'd forget me."
至于你--你会忘掉我。”
"That I never should, sir: you know" --impossible to proceed.
“那我永远不会，先生，你知道...”我不可能再说下去了。
"Jane, do you hear that nightingale singing in the wood? Listen!"
“简，听见夜莺在林中歌唱吗？听呀！”