从地球表面消失。奇怪的是，这种恨意反倒让她觉得自己那样自由，那样充满活力，痛恨他，并且彻底承认自己的仇恨——“现在我已对他充满恨意，再也无法与他继续生活下去。”她心里这样想着。

On the level the keeper could push the chair alone. Clifford made a little conversation with her, to show his complete composure: about Aunt Eva, who was at Dieppe, and about Sir Malcolm, who had written to ask would Connie drive with him in his small car, to Venice, or would she and Hilda go by train.

来到平地上，守林人可以独自推动轮椅。克利福德有一茬没一茬地跟康妮闲聊，以显示自己早已完全冷静下来。他说到伊娃姑妈，她去了法国迪耶普港，聊起马尔科姆爵士，他写信来问康妮究竟打算如何去威尼斯，搭他的汽车，还是跟希尔达一道乘火车。

"I'd much rather go by train," said Connie. "I don't like long motor drives, especially when there's dust. But I shall see what Hilda wants.” "She will want to drive her own car, and take you with her," he said.

“我更想坐火车。”康妮说。“我讨厌乘汽车长途跋涉，尤其是碰到尘土飞扬的天气。不过，我还是要看看希尔达的想法。”“她准想自己开车去，顺便捎着你。”他说。

"Probably!— I must help up here. You've no idea how heavy this chair is.” She went to the back of the chair, and plodded side by side with the keeper, shoving up the pink path. She did not care who saw.

“很有可能！——我得去帮忙了。你可不晓得这轮椅有多重。”她来到轮椅后面，与守林人并肩而行，迈着沉重的脚步，将轮椅推上粉色的小径。她毫不在意谁会看到。

"Why not let me wait, and fetch Field? He is strong enough for the job," said Clifford.

“干嘛不去把菲尔德叫来？我在这儿等会就行。他身体强壮，干这种活再合适不过。”克利福德提议道。

"It's so near," she panted.

“很快就到了。”她气喘吁吁地说。

But both she and Mellors wiped the sweat from their faces when they came to the top. It was curious, but this bit of work together had brought them much closer than they had been before. "Thanks so much, Mellors," said Clifford, when they were at the house door. "I must get a different sort of motor, that's all. Won't you go to the kitchen and have a meal? It must be about time.” "Thank you, Sir Clifford. I was going to my mother for dinner today, Sunday." "As you like." Mellors slung into his coat, looked at Connie, saluted, and was gone. Connie, furious, went upstairs.

不过，抵达坡顶时，她和梅勒斯都已汗流满面。但很奇怪，此次通力协作将两人的距离拉得更近。“非常感谢你，梅勒斯。”三人来到屋门前时，克利福德说。“我只好再换台发动机了，除此之外，别无他法。去厨房吃点什么吧。差不多是开饭的时间了。”“谢谢，克利福德爵士。我要去母亲那里吃饭，今天是星期日。”