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‘Only a day，ma'am. She arrived，ill and exhausted，on Sunday morning.
“刚一天，太太。她星期天上午到那里时就有病，又累得要命。
She came on foot through Weatherbury. ’
她步行穿过威瑟伯里。”
The colour left Bathsheba's face at one.
芭丝谢芭脸上立时失去了血色。
‘Along the road from Weatherbury to Casterbridge？’she asked eagerly.
“沿路从威瑟伯里到了卡斯特桥？”她急切地问道。
‘When did she pass Weatherbury？’
“她什么时候路经威瑟伯里的呢？”
‘Last Saturday night it was，ma'am. ’
“上星期六晚上，太太。”
‘Thank you，Joseph，you may go. ’
“谢谢你，约瑟夫，你可以走了。”
Later that afternoon Bathsheba asked Liddy，‘What was the colour of poor Fanny Robin's hair？
下午晚些时候，芭丝谢芭问利蒂：“可怜的范妮·罗宾的头发是什么颜色？
I only saw her for a day or two. ’
我只见过她一两天。”
‘She used to keep it covered，but it was lovely golden hair，ma'am. ’
“她那会儿总把头发包起来，是漂亮的金发，太太。”
‘Her young man was a soldier，wasn't he？’
“她的那个年轻男人是个士兵，对不？”
‘Yes，and Mr Troy knows him well. ’
“对，托伊先生和他很熟。”
‘What？Mr Troy told you that？’
“你说什么？托伊先生对你说过吗？”
‘Yes. One day I asked him if he knew Fanny's young man，and he said he knew him as well as he knew himself！’
“对呀。有一天我问他认不认识范妮的男人，他说他和那人熟得不得了。”
‘That's enough，Liddy！’said Bathsheba，her anxiety making her unusually cross.
“够了，利蒂！”芭丝谢芭说，她焦虑不安，异乎寻常地发了脾气。
