r two and a shop or two and a little pub or two.

这就是战后重建的新斯塔克斯门。但事实上，甚至连康妮都不知晓，康宁斯比饭店下方半英里的所在就是昔日的斯塔克斯门。那儿有个小型旧矿，数座黑色旧砖房，一两座小礼拜堂，一两间店铺以及一两处小酒馆。

But that didn't count any more. The vast plumes of smoke and vapour rose from the new works up above, and this was now Stacks Gate: no chapels, no pubs, even no shops. Only the great works’, which are the modern Olympia with temples to all the gods; then the model dwellings: then the hotel. The hotel in actuality was nothing but a miners' pub though it looked first-classy.

但那些都已失去存在的价值。上方高耸着的新厂房，冒着阵阵浓烟和蒸汽，这里才是如今的斯塔克斯门，找不到礼拜堂、酒馆甚至店铺的踪影。只有巨大的厂房，好像现代的奥林匹亚，供奉各方神灵的庙堂一应俱全，还有千篇一律的住宅，以及那家顶级饭店。那饭店虽然看起来无可挑剔，但说白了，它只不过是矿工们醉生梦死的地方而已。

Even since Connie's arrival at Wragby this new place had arisen on the face of the earth, and the model dwellings had filled with riff-raff drifting in from anywhere, to poach Clifford's rabbits among other occupations.

自从康妮嫁到拉格比以来，斯塔克斯门迅速崛起，来自四面八方的乌合之众汇聚于此，住在样板化的住宅里，他们热衷的勾当之一，就是猎取克利福德的野兔。

The car ran on along the uplands, seeing the rolling county spread out. The county! It had once been a proud and lordly county. In front, looming again and hanging on the brow of the sky-line, was the huge and splendid bulk of Chadwick Hall, more window than wall, one of the most famous Elizabethan houses. Noble it stood alone above a great park, but out of date, passed over. It was still kept up, but as a show place. "Look how our ancestors lorded it!" That was the past. The present lay below. God alone knows where the future lies. The car was already turning, between little old blackened miners' cottages, to descend to Uthwaite. And Uthwaite, on a damp day, was sending up a whole array of smoke plumes and steam, to whatever gods there be. Uthwaite down in the valley, with all the steel threads of the railways to Sheffield drawn through it, and the coal-mines and the steel-works sending up smoke and glare from long tubes, and the pathetic little corkscrew spire of the church, that is going to tumble do