心有余悸地颤抖起来。

Yet Mellors had come out of all this!— Yes, but he was as apart from it all as she was. Even in him there was no fellowship left. It was dead. The fellowship was dead. There was only apartness and hopelessness, as far as all this was concerned. And this was England, the vast bulk of England: as Connie knew, since she had motored from the centre of it.

而梅勒斯同样生长于斯——没错，但他同样出污泥而不染，和她一样超凡脱俗。即使在他身上，也找不到任何朋友情谊。已经消失殆尽。真情厚意已经不见踪影。如果说还留存着什么，那就是孤独和绝望。但这就是英格兰的真实写照，当今英格兰的绝大部分地区都是如此，对此康妮再清楚不过，因为她乘车从腹地一路驶来。

The car was rising towards Stacks Gate. The rain was holding off, and in the air came a queer pellucid gleam of May. The country rolled away in long undulations, south towards the Peak, east towards Mansfield and Nottingham. Connie was travelling South.

汽车直奔斯塔克斯门而去。云收雨歇，天空中呈现出澄明的奇异光彩，这是五月英伦特有的景象。绵延起伏的乡村景色在眼前掠过，往南是皮克，而曼斯菲尔德和诺丁汉则在东边。康妮正自北向南进发。

As she rose on to the high country, she could see on her left, on a height above the rolling land, the shadowy, powerful bulk of Warsop Castle, dar