《简·爱》 Chapter 37 第三十七章（29）（在线收听）

"I'll tell you, if I can, the idea, the picture these words opened to my mind: yet it is difficult to express what I want to express.

“要是我能够，我会告诉你这些话在我的心灵中所展示的思想和画面，不过要表达自己的想法并不容易。

Ferndean is buried, as you see, in a heavy wood, where sound falls dull, and dies unreverberating.

你知道，芬丁庄园深藏在密林里，这儿的声音很沉闷，没有回荡便会消失。

'Where are you?' seemed spoken amongst mountains; for I heard a hill-sent echo repeat the words.

‘你在哪儿呀？’这声音似乎来自于大山中间，因为我听到了山林的回声重复着这几个字。

Cooler and fresher at the moment the gale seemed to visit my brow: I could have deemed that in some wild, lone scene, I and Jane were meeting.

这时空气凉爽清新，风似乎也朝我额头吹来。我会认为我与简在荒僻的野景中相会。

In spirit, I believe we must have met.

我相信，在精神上我们一定已经相会了。

You no doubt were, at that hour, in unconscious sleep, Jane: perhaps your soul wandered from its cell to comfort mine;

毫无疑问，当时你睡得很熟，说不定你的灵魂脱离了它的躯壳来抚慰我的灵魂。

for those were your accents -- as certain as I live -- they were yours!"

因为那正是你的口音——千真万确——是你的！”

Reader, it was on Monday night -- near midnight -- that I too had received the mysterious summons: those were the very words by which I replied to it.

读者呀，正是星期一晚上——将近午夜——我也接到了神秘的召唤，而那些也正是我回答的活。

I listened to Mr. Rochester's narrative, but made no disclosure in return.

我倾听着罗切斯特先生的叙述，却并没有向他吐露什么，

The coincidence struck me as too awful and inexplicable to be communicated or discussed.

我觉得这种巧合太令人畏惧，令人费解了，因而既难以言传，也无法议论。

If I told anything, my tale would be such as must necessarily make a profound impression on the mind of my hearer:

要是我说出什么来，我的经历也必定会在聆听者的心灵中留下深刻的印象，

and that mind, yet from its sufferings too prone to gloom, needed not the deeper shade of the supernatural.

而这饱受痛苦的心灵上容易忧伤了，不需要再笼罩更深沉的超自然阴影了。