ds and lap. Even she caught the faint, tarry scent of the flowers. And then, being so still and alone, she seemed to bet into the current of her own proper destiny. She had been fastened by a rope, and jagging and snarring like a boat at its moorings; now she was loose and adrift.

康斯坦斯坐了下来，倚着一棵小松树，那树在她背后起伏摇摆，展现出非同寻常的生命力和柔韧性，向上弹起时力道十足。它充满活力，腰杆挺拔，在阳光中高昂着头颅。阳光瞬间变得异常灿烂，给水仙花镀上金色，康妮目睹着这一切，感觉自己的四肢也温暖起来。她甚至闻到花朵淡淡的芬芳。如此静谧，如此寂寥，她似乎置身于自己命运的洪流中。她曾经被绳索拴住，像系泊在水边的小船，随着波浪颠簸摇摆，而如今，却得以摆脱束缚，任意漂流。

The sunshine gave way to chill; the daffodils were in shadow, dipping silently. So they would dip through the day and the long cold night. So strong in their frailty!

阳光让位于寒冷，水仙花为阴影所笼罩，静默地垂下了头。它们就这样低垂粉颈，度过白天，熬过凄冷的长夜。看似弱不禁风，实则坚忍不拔！

She rose, a little stiff, took a few daffodils, and went down. She hated breaking the flowers, but she wanted just one or two to go with her. She would have to go back to Wragby and its walls, and now she hated it, especially its thick walls. Walls! Always walls! Yet one needed them in this wind.

她站起身来，腿脚稍感麻木，采几朵水仙，随即转身离去。她不愿折断花枝，但却只想要采撷一两朵与己相伴。她不得不回转拉格比，回到那难以逾越的墙壁中去，然而现在，却对那宅邸，尤其是厚重的墙壁，满怀恨意。墙壁！总是墙壁！但在这凛冽的寒风中，人往往需要它们的庇护。

When she got home Clifford asked her: "Where did you go?" "Right across the wood! Look, aren't the little daffodils adorable? To think they should come out of the earth!” "Just as much out of air and sunshine," he said.

她回到家，克利福德问道：“你去哪儿了？”“径直穿过树林！看，这些水仙花多么讨人喜欢啊！想想看，它们竟然生发自泥土！”“也少不了空气和阳光。”他补充说。

"But modelled in the earth," she retorted, with a prompt contradiction, that surprised her a little.

“但却是在泥土中长成的。”康妮随即作出反驳，速度之快让她自己都暗暗吃惊。

The next afternoon she went to the wood again. She followed the broad riding that swerved round and up through the larches to a spring called John's Well. It was cold on this hillside, and not a flower in the darkness of larches. But the icy little spring softly pressed upwards from its tiny well-bed of pure, reddish-white pebbles. How icy and clear it was! Brilliant! The new keeper had no doubt put in fresh pebbles