Every day, every hour, brought to him one more little stroke of her nature, and to her one more of his. Tess was trying to lead a repressed life, but she little divined the strength of her own vitality.
每一天，每一小时，他都要多发现一点点儿她性格中的东西，在她也是如此。苔丝一直在努力过一种自我克制的生活，不过她却一点儿也没有想到自己的生命活力有多么强大。

At first Tess seemed to regard Angel Clare as an intelligence rather than as a man. As such she compared him with herself; and at every discovery of the abundance of his illuminations, of the distance between her own modest mental standpoint and the unmeasurable, Andean altitude of his, she became quite dejected, disheartened from all further effort on her own part whatever.
起先，苔丝把安琪尔·克莱尔看成一个智者，而没有把他看成一个普通的人。她就这样把他拿来同自己作比较；每当她发现他的知识那样丰富，她心中的见解又是那样浅薄的时候，要是同他的像安地斯山一样的智力相比，她就不禁自惭形秽，心灰意冷，再也不愿作任何努力了。

He observed her dejection one day, when he had casually mentioned something to her about pastoral life in ancient Greece. She was gathering the buds called 'lords and ladies' from the bank while he spoke.
有一天，他同她偶尔谈起了古代希腊的田园生活，也看出了她的沮丧。在他谈话的时候，她就一边采坡地上名叫“老爷和夫人”的花的蓓蕾。

'Why do you look so woebegone all of a sudden?' he asked.
“为什么你一下子就变得这样愁容满面了？”他问。

'Oh, 'tis only - about my own self,' she said, with a frail laugh of sadness, fitfully beginning to peel 'a lady' meanwhile. 'Just a sense of what might have been with me! My life looks as if it had been wasted for want of chances! When I see what you know, what you have read, and seen, and thought, I feel what a nothing I am! I'm like the poor Queen of Sheba who lived in the Bible. There is no more spirit in me.'“
哦，这只是——关于我自己的事，”她说完，苦笑了一下，同时又断断续续地动手把“夫人”的花蕾剥开。“我只不过想到了可能发生在我身上的事！看来我命中机运不好，这一生算是完了！我一看见你懂得那样多，读得那样多，阅历那样广，思想那样深刻，我就感到自己一无所知了！我就好像是《圣经》里那个可怜的示巴女王，所以再也没有一点儿精神了。”