'I have been told by old folk that they were ladies of the d'Urberville family, the ancient lords of this manor,' she said. 'Owing to their being builded into the wall they can't be moved away.'
“老一辈的人曾经告诉过我，她们是德贝维尔家的两位夫人，德贝维尔是这座住宅的主人，”她说。“由于这两幅画像是镶嵌在墙里的，所以无法移走。”

The unpleasantness of the matter was that, in addition to their effect upon Tess, her fine features were unquestionably traceable in these exaggerated forms. He said nothing of this, however, and, regretting that he had gone out of his way to choose the house for their bridal time, went on into the adjoining room. The place having been rather hastily prepared for them they washed their hands in one basin. Clare touched hers under the water.
这件事叫人感到不快，除了苔丝对她们印象不好而外，再就是苔丝的美丽面容毫无疑问可以在她们被夸大了的形体上看出来。但是他嘴里什么也没有说，心里头一直后悔不该到这儿来，选中了这座屋子来度过他们新婚的日子。他进了隔壁的那个房间。这个房间是在相当急迫的情况下给他们准备的，他们只好在同一个盆子里洗手。克莱尔在水里摸摸她的手。

'Which are my fingers and which are yours?' he said, looking up. 'They are very much mixed.'
“哪些是我的手指，哪些是你的手指呀？”他抬起头来说。“它们完全混在一起啦。”

'They are all yours,' said she, very prettily, and endeavoured to be gayer than she was. He had not been displeased with her thoughtfulness on such an occasion; it was what every sensible woman would show: but Tess knew that she had been thoughtful to excess, and struggled against it.
“它们都是你的手指，”她娇滴滴地说，努力装出比以前更加快活的神情。在这种时候，尽管她心思重重，但是并没有惹他不高兴；所有敏感的女人都会表现出来的，但是苔丝知道，她的心思太重了，所以她努力加以克制。

The sun was so low on that short last afternoon of the year that it shone in through a small opening and formed a golden staff which stretched across to her skirt, where it made a spot like a paint-mark set upon her. They went into the ancient parlour to tea, and here they shared their first common meal alone. Such was their childishness, or rather his, that he found it interesting to use the same bread-and-butter plate as herself, and to brush crumbs from her lips with his own. He wondered a little that she did not enter into these frivolities with his own zest.
一年的最后一个下午是短暂的，太阳也快落下去了，光线透过一个小孔照射进来，形成了一根金棒，映在苔丝的裙子上，变成了一个斑点，就像是落在上面的一滴油彩。他们走进那间古老的客厅去吃茶点，单独在一起分享他们的第一次晚餐。他们都非常孩子气，或者说他非常孩子气，觉得和她共用一个黄油面包盘子，用自己的嘴唇擦掉苔丝嘴唇上的面包屑，真是其乐无穷。但是他心里有些纳闷，不知道为什么她对他的嬉闹缺乏热情。

Looking at her silently for a long time; 'She is a dear dear Tess,' he thought to himself, as one deciding on the true construction of a difficult passage. 'Do I realize solemnly enough how utterly and irretrievably this little womanly thing is the creature of my good or bad faith and fortune? I think not. I think I could not, unless I were a woman myself. What I am in worldly estate, she is. What I become, she must become. What I cannot be, she cannot be. And shall I ever neglect her, or hurt her, or even forget to consider her? God forbid such a crime!'
他不声不响地把她打量了老半天：“她真是一个惹人心疼的苔丝呀。”他心里想着，仿佛在揣摸一段难读文章的真正结构。“这个小女人的一生就要和我同甘共苦了，她的未来就要看我对她忠心不忠心了，这一点已经是不可改变的了，我是不是真的认真考虑清楚了呢？我没有想过。除非我自己是个女人，我想我很难领会到。我得到什么样的世俗地位，她也就是什么样的地位。我将来变成什么样子，她一定也要变成什么样子。我不能得到的，她也得不到。会不会有一天我会忽视她，伤害她，甚至忘记为她着想呢？上帝啊，不要让我犯这样的罪吧！”

They sat on over the tea-table waiting for their luggage, which the dairyman had promised to send before it grew dark. But evening began to close in, and the luggage did not arrive, and they had brought nothing more than they stood in. With the departure of the sun the calm mood of the winter day changed. Out of doors there began noises as of silk smartly rubbed; the restful dead leaves of the preceding autumn were stirred to irritated resurrection, and whirled about unwillingly, and tapped against the shutters. It soon began to rain.
他们面对面地坐在茶几前，等着他们的行李，奶牛场老板答应过他们，在天黑以前给他们把行李送来。但是已经到了晚上了，行李还没有送到，而他们除了身上穿的衣服外什么也没有带。太阳落了下去，冬日的平静样子也发生了变化。门外开始出现了沙沙声，像是丝绸摩擦发出的声音；秋天刚刚过去，枯叶静静地堆在地上，现在也骚动起来，复活了，不由自主地旋转着扑打在百叶窗上。不久天就开始下雨了。