巴斯克维尔的猎犬 巴斯克维尔的猎犬（13）

 

"Is he safe?" she asked. "Has he escaped?"

“他安全了吗？ ” 她问道， “他跑掉了吗？ ”

"He cannot escape us, madam."

“他从我们手里是逃不掉的， 太太。”

"No, no, I did not mean my husband. Sir Henry? Is he safe?"“不是， 不是， 我不是指我丈夫。 亨利爵士呢？ 他安全吗？ ”

"Yes."

“他很安全。”

"And the hound?"

“那只猎狗呢？ ”

"It is dead."

“已经死了。”

She gave a long sigh of satisfaction.

她发出了一声长长的满意的叹息。

"Thank God! Thank God! Oh, this villain! See how he has treated me!" She shot her arms outfrom her sleeves, and we saw with horror that they were all mottled with bruises. "But this isnothing -- nothing! It is my mind and soul that he has tortured and defiled. I could endure it all,ill-usage, solitude, a life of deception, everything, as long as I could still cling to the hope that Ihad his love, but now I know that in this also I have been his dupe and his tool." She broke intopassionate sobbing as she spoke.

“感谢上帝！ 感谢上帝！ 噢， 这个坏蛋！ 看他是怎样待我的呀！” 她猛地拉起袖子露出胳臂来， 我们惊恐地看到臂上伤痕累累。“可是这算不了 什么——算不了什么！ 他折磨了、污损了我的心灵。 只要我还存在着希望， 他依然爱我的话， 无论是虐待、 寂寞、 受骗的生活或是其他， 我都能忍受， 可是现在我明白了， 就这一点说来， 我也是他的欺骗对象和作恶的工具。” 她说着说着就突然痛心地哭了起来。