弄着。力量的火焰顺着后背和胯下游走，他再度变得精力充沛。她蓦地弯下腰，亲吻着他的手背。与此同时，克利福德那光滑的后脑勺依然动也没动，直竖在两人前方。

At the top of the hill they rested, and Connie was glad to let go. She had had fugitive dreams of friendship between these two men: one her husband, the other the father of her child. Now she saw the screaming absurdity of her dreams. The two males were as hostile as fire and water. They mutually exterminated one another. And she realized for the first time what a queer subtle thing hate is. For the first time, she had consciously and definitely hated Clifford, with vivid hate: as if he ought to be obliterated from the face of the earth. And it was strange, how free and full of life it made her feel, to hate him and to admit it fully to herself.— "Now I've hated him, I shall never be able to go on living with him," came the thought into her mind.

他俩在坡顶歇了歇脚，能够松开双手，康妮很是开心。她曾经做着不切实际的美梦，幻象这两个男人能够友好相处，一个是自己的丈夫，另一个则是自己孩子的父亲。但现在，她深切地认识到，这梦想是多么地荒谬。这两个男人简直势同水火。他们恨不得置对方于死地。她初次体会到仇恨是种多么微妙的情感。她也初次认识到自己有多么憎恨克利福德，恨意深到巴不得他