There was such anguish in the gush of grief that acpanied this raving, that my passion made me overlook its folly, and I drew off, half angry to have listened at all, and vexed at having related my ridiculous nightmare, since it produced that agony; though WHY was beyond my prehension. I descended cautiously to the lower regions, and landed in the back-kitchen, where a gleam of fire, raked pactly together, enabled me to rekindle my candle. Nothing was stirring except a brindled, grey cat, which crept from the ashes, and saluted me with a querulous mew.
隨著這些語無倫次的話湧上來的悲傷讓人覺得无比痛瘔,而我對他的同情使得我並沒有覺得他舉行好笑。我退了出來,一半是异常氣氛本身聽了這些,另一半是懊惱本人講了那個荒謬的惡魔,由於它才引發了如斯伟大的痛瘔,儘筦我不清楚為什麼會這樣。我胆大妄为的下到樓下廚房的後面,一堆火還閃著微小的光,斜斜的堆在一路,我點上了我的蠟燭。除了一只要斑紋的灰貓從灰堆上爬起來,沖我不滿的喵了一聲中,实是萬象具靜啊。
Two benches, shaped in sections of a circle, nearly enclosed the hearth; on one of these I stretched myself, and Grimalkin mounted the other. We were both of us nodding ere any one invaded our retreat, and then it was Joseph, shuffling down a wooden ladder that vanished in the roof, through a trap: the ascent to his garret, I suppose. He cast a sinister look at the little flame which I had enticed to play between the ribs, swept the cat from its elevation, and bestowing himself in the vacancy, menced the operation of stuffing a three-inch pipe with tobacco. My presence in his sanctum was evidently esteemed a piece of impudence too eful for remark: he silently applied the tube to his lips, folded his arms, and puffed away. I let him enjoy the luxury unannoyed; and after sucking out his last wreath, and heaving a profound sigh, he got up, and departed as solemnly as he came.
在壁爐旁邊,有兩張成弧形的長椅子。我躺到一張上里,而那只老貓則躺到了另外一張上。在沒有任何人闖进我們的靜地之前,我們兩個皆昏昏的睡著。這個人便是約瑟伕,他拖拖拉沓從消散在房頂的木梯高低來,木梯穿過一個活板門,我念是通背他的閣樓的。他恨恨的瞥了一眼我掃散在拱門下幽微的水堆,把貓從長椅上趕走,本人坐了下來,往他那三英寸才的煙斗裏挖煙絲。很顯然,他把我出現在他聖地的事,看做是十分羞於啟齒的。他默默的把煙斗放到嘴裏,雙臂开抱,吐著煙圈。我讓他享用著不被打擾的奢靡。他吐出最後一個煙圈,長長的歎了口氣,站起來,然後跟他進來時一樣嚴肅的離開。
A more elastic footstep entered next; and now I opened my mouth for a 'good-morning,' but closed it again, the salutation unachieved; for Hareton Earnshaw was performing his orison SOTTO VOCE, in a series of curses directed against every object he touched, while he rummaged a corner for a spade or shovel to dig through the drifts. He glanced over the back of the bench, dilating his nostrils, and thought as little of exchanging civilities with me as with my panion the cat. I guessed, by his preparations, that egress was allowed, and, leaving my hard couch, made a movement to follow him. He noticed this, and thrust at an inner door with the end of his spade, intimating by an inarticulate sound that there was the place where I must go, if I changed my locality.