The bedroom which she shared with some of the children formed her retreat more continually than ever. Here, under her few square yards of thatch, she watched winds, and snows, and rains, gorgeous sunsets, and successive moons at their full. So close kept she that at length almost everybody thought she had gone away.
同过去相比，她和几个弟妹们一起共用的寝室，就成了她常常避难的地方了。就在这间寝室里，就在茅屋再下几平方英尺的地方，她看见窗外没有尽头的凄风、苦雨、飞雪，看见无数的灿烂夕阳，看见一个又一个圆月。她就这样把自己禁锢在寝室里，到了后来，差不多所有的人都以为她已经离开这里了。

The only exercise that Tess took at this time was after dark; and it was then, when out in the woods, that she seemed least solitary. She knew how to hit to a hair's-breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty. It is then that the plight of being alive becomes attenuated to its least possible dimensions. She had no fear of the shadows; her sole idea seemed to be to shun mankind - or rather that cold accretion called the world, which, so terrible in the mass, is so unformidable, even pitiable, in its units.
在这期间，苔丝唯一的活动是在天色黄昏以后；她走出屋外，来到树林里，那时候她似乎才不感到孤独。她知道怎样抓住傍晚时分极短的那个时刻，那时候，光明和黑暗恰到好处地得到平衡，白昼的拘束和黑夜的紧张相互得到中和，留下来的只是心灵上的绝对自由。只是在那个时候，活着的苦恼才被减少到最小的可能程度。她并不害怕黑夜；她唯一的念头就是避开人类——或者不如说是被称作世界的冷酷的生命群体，它作为整体是如此令人可怕，而作为个体却又不那样令人害怕，甚至是可怜的。

On these lonely hills and dales her quiescent glide was of a piece with the element she moved in. Her flexuous and stealthy figure became an integral part of the scene. At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural processes around her till they seemed a part of her own story. Rather they became a part of it; for the world is only a psychological phenomenon, and what they seemed they were. The midnight airs and gusts, moaning amongst the tightly-wrapped buds and bark of the winter twigs, were formulae of bitter reproach. A wet day was the expression of irremediable grief at her weakness in the mind of some vague ethical being whom she could not class definitely as the God of her childhood, and could not comprehend as any other.
她在这些孤寂的山上和小谷里悄悄走着，每走到一地，她就同周围的环境融为了一体。她那躲躲闪闪的柔弱身体，也变成了那片景物中不可分割的一个部分。有时候，她的离奇幻想会强化周围的自然程序，直到它们似乎变成她的历史中的一部分。它们岂止是变成了她的历史的一部分，简直就是她自己的历史；因为世界只是一种心理现象，表面看起来像什么，它实际上就是什么。午夜的冷风和寒气，在冬天树枝上还紧紧包裹着的苞芽和树皮中间呜咽着，变成了苦苦责备苔丝的言语。下雨的天气，就是她心灵中模糊的道德神灵对她的软弱所表达的不可挽救的悲伤，对于这个道德神灵，她既不能明确地把它归入她在童年时代信仰的上帝那一类里去，也弄不清楚它是其它的什么东西。

But this encompassment of her own characterization, based on shreds of convention, peopled by phantoms and voices antipathetic to her, was a sorry and mistaken creation of Tess's fancy - a cloud of moral hobgoblins by which she was terrified without reason. It was they that were out of harmony with the actual world, not she. Walking among the sleeping birds in the hedges, watching the skipping rabbits on a moonlit warren, or standing under a pheasant-laden bough, she looked upon herself as a figure of Guilt intruding into the haunts of Innocence. But all the while she was making a distinction where there was no difference. Feeling herself in antagonism she was quite in accord. She had been made to break an accepted social law, but no law known to the environment in which she fancied herself such an anomaly.
苔丝在一堆混乱不堪的传统习俗上建立起自己的性格，头脑里充满了对她毫不同情的形体和声音，把自己紧紧包围起来，但是，这只不过是她幻想中的可怜的错误的创造而已——是她无故感到害怕的道德魔怪的迷雾。和实际世界格格不入的正是这些道德魔怪，不是苔丝自己。她在鸟儿熟睡的树篱中漫游的时候，看见野兔在月光下的草地上蹦来跳去，或者，她在野鸡栖息的树枝下站着的时候，她都把自己看成是一个罪恶的化身，被人侵犯了清白的领域。所有的时候，她一直要在没有不同的地方区分出不同来。她自己感到矛盾的地方，其实十分和谐。她被动地破坏了的只是一条已经被人接受了的社会律条，而不是为环境所认同的社会律条，可是她却把自己想象成这个环境中的一个不伦不类的人。