'O mother, mother!' murmured Tess.
“啊,妈妈啊,妈妈!”苔丝低声说。

She was recognizing how light was the touch of events the most oppressive upon Mrs Durbeyfield's elastic spirit. Her mother did not see life as Tess saw it. That haunting episode of bygone days was to her mother but a passing accident. But perhaps her mother was right as to the course to be followed, whatever she might be in her reasons. Silence seemed, on the face of it, best for her adored one's happiness: silence it should be.
她从信中看出来,即使最深重的事情压在德北菲尔德太太的富有弹性的精神上,也会轻松得不着痕迹。她母亲对生活的理解,和她对生活的理解是不相同的。对她母亲来说,她萦绕在心头的那件往事,只不过是一件烟消云散的偶然事件。不过,无论她的母亲的理由是什么,她出的主意也许是对的。从表面上看,为了她一心崇拜的那个人的幸福,沉默似乎是最好的办法:既然如此,那就沉默好啦。

Thus steadied by a command from the only person in the world who had any shadow of right to control her action, Tess grew calmer. The responsibility was shifted, and her heart was lighter than it had been for weeks. The days of declining autumn which followed her assent, beginning with the month of October, formed a season through which she lived in spiritual altitudes more nearly approaching ecstasy than any other period of her life.
在这个世界上,唯一有一点儿权利控制住她的行动的人,就是她的母亲了,现在她的母亲写来了信,她也就定下了心。苔丝慢慢平静下来。责任已经被推卸掉了,和这几个星期以来的沉重心情比起来,现在也变得轻松多了。在她答应他的求婚以后,十月的深秋就开始了,在整个秋季里,同她以前的生活相比,她生活在一种快乐的精神状态里,都差不多达到了快乐的极点。

There was hardly a touch of earth in her love for Clare. To her sublime trustfulness he was all that goodness could be - knew all that a guide, philosopher, and friend should know. She thought every line in the contour of his person the perfection of masculine beauty, his soul the soul of a saint, his intellect that of a seer. The wisdom of her love for him, as love, sustained her dignity; she seemed to be wearing a crown. The compassion of his love for her, as she saw it, made her lift up her heart to him in devotion. He would sometimes catch her large, worshipful eyes, that had no bottom to them, looking at him from their depths, as if she saw something immortal before her.
她对克莱尔的爱情,几乎没有一丝世俗的痕迹。在她崇高的信任里,他身上能有的就是美德——他懂得一个导师、哲学家和朋友懂得的一切。在她看来,他身上的每一根线条都是男性美的极点,他的灵魂就是一个圣徒的灵魂,他的智慧就是一个先知的智慧。她爱上了他这就是一种智慧,作为爱情,又维持了她的高贵;她好像觉得自己正在戴上一顶皇冠。因为在她看来,他爱她就是对她的一种同情,这就使她对他更加倾心相爱。他有时候也注意到她那双虔诚的大眼睛,深不可测,正在从最深处看着他,仿佛她看见了自己面前不朽的神一样。

She dismissed the past - trod upon it and put it out, as one treads on a coal that is smouldering and dangerous.
她抛弃了过去——用脚踩它,把它消除掉,就像一个人用脚踩还在冒烟的危险炭火一样。