'How much longer is he to bide here?' asked Izz Huett, the only one of the gloom-stricken bevy who could trust her voice with the question.
“他在这儿还要住多久呢?”伊茨·休特问,在一群满怀忧郁的姑娘中间,只有她还敢相信自己说话的声音不会泄露自己的感情。

The others waited for the dairyman's answer as if their lives hung upon it; Retty, with parted lips, gazing on the table-cloth, Marian with heat added to her redness, Tess throbbing and looking out at the meads.
其他的姑娘等着奶牛场老板的答话,仿佛这个问题关系到她们的生命一样;莱蒂张大了嘴,两眼盯着桌布,玛丽安脸上发烧,变得更红了,苔丝心里怦怦直跳,两眼望着窗外的草地。

'Well, I can't mind the exact day without looking at my memorandum-book,' replied Crick, with the same intolerable unconcern. 'And even that may be altered a bit. He'll bide to get a little practice in the calving out at the straw-yard, for certain. He'll hang on till the end of the year I should say.'
“啊,我要看看我的备忘录,不然我不记得准确的日子,”克里克回答说,说话里同样带着叫人无法忍受的漠不关心。“即使那样也是会有一点儿变化的。我可以肯定,他还要住在这儿实习一段时间,学习在干草场里饲养小牛。我敢说不到年底他是不会离开这儿的。”

Four months or so of torturing ecstasy in his society - of 'pleasure girdled about with pain'. After that the blackness of unutterable night.
和他相处还有四个月左右的时间,这都是痛苦的和快乐的日子——是快乐包裹着痛苦的日子。在那以后,就是无法形容的漫长黑夜了。

At this moment of the morning Angel Clare was riding along a narrow lane ten miles distant from the breakfasters, in the direction of his father's vicarage at Emminster, carrying, as well as he could, a little basket which contained some black-puddings and a bottle of mead, sent by Mrs Crick, with her kind respects, to his parents. The white lane stretched before him, and his eyes were upon it; but they were staring into next year, and not at the lane. He loved her; ought he to marry her? Dared he to marry her? What would his mother and his brothers say? What would he himself say a couple of years after the event? That would depend upon whether the germs of staunch comradeship underlay the temporary emotion, or whether it were a sensuous joy in her form only, with no substratum of everlastingness.
就在早晨的这个时候,安琪尔·克莱尔骑着马正在沿着一条狭窄的小路走着,离开吃早饭的人已经有十英里远了,他正朝着爱敏寺他父亲的牧师住宅的方向走,他还尽其所能地带着一个篮子,里面装着克里克太太送给他的一些血肠和一瓶蜜酒,那是用来对他的父母表示友好和尊敬的。白色的小路伸展在他的面前,他的一双眼睛看着路面,但是思考的却是明年的事情,而不是这条小路。他是爱上她了,但是应不应该娶她呢?他敢不敢娶她呢?他的母亲和兄弟会说什么呢?在结婚一两年后,他又怎样看呢?那就要看在这番暂时感情之下牢固的友谊会不会生长发育了,或者说,是不是仅仅因为她的美貌而生出的一种感官上的爱慕,实际上却缺少了永久的性质。