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When day began to dawn again, he watched for the sun; and when its cheerful light began to sparkle in the room, he pictured to himself—pictured! he saw—the high church towers rising up into the morning sky, the town reviving, waking, starting into life once more, the river glistening as it rolled (but rolling fast as ever), and the country bright with dew.
当黎明重新来临时，他盼望着太阳；当它那明亮喜人的光辉开始在房间里闪耀时，他为自己描绘了——，不，不是描绘了，而是看见了一幅图景：高高的教堂钟楼耸立在早晨的天空中；城市复活了，苏醒了，重新开始了生活，河流滚滚奔流（但仍和往常一样快），发出了闪闪的亮光；乡间的田野覆盖着亮晶晶的露珠，一片光辉。
Familiar sounds and cries came by degrees into the street below; the servants in the house were roused and busy; faces looked in at the door, and voices asked his attendants softly how he was. Paul always answered for himself, 'I am better. I am a great deal better, thank you! Tell Papa so!'
熟悉的声音和喊叫声逐渐从下面的街道中传来；公馆中的仆人们醒来了，忙忙碌碌，好些脸孔从门口往里探望，好些声音在悄悄地问那些看护他的人，他怎么样了。保罗总是自己回答道，“我好些了。我好多了，谢谢您！请这样告诉我爸爸吧！”
By little and little, he got tired of the bustle of the day, the noise of carriages and carts, and people passing and repassing; and would fall asleep, or be troubled with a restless and uneasy sense again—the child could hardly tell whether this were in his sleeping or his waking moments—of that rushing river. 'Why, will it never stop, Floy?' he would sometimes ask her. 'It is bearing me away, I think!'
白天的忙乱，马车、大车的喧闹声和人们的来来往往渐渐使他感到厌倦，他会睡去，或者又会因为那迅猛奔腾的河流感到急躁不安，无法平静——孩子不知道这是在他睡着的时候还是醒着的时候发生的事情。“唉，它就永远也不停吗，弗洛伊？”有时他会问她，“我觉得，它是要把我带走呢！”
But Floy could always soothe and reassure him; and it was his daily delight to make her lay her head down on his pillow, and take some rest.
但是弗洛伊总是安慰他，叫他安心；他总是让她把头躺在他的枕头上，休息一会儿，这已成为他每天的快乐。
'You are always watching me, Floy, let me watch you, now!' They would prop him up with cushions in a corner of his bed, and there he would recline the while she lay beside him: bending forward oftentimes to kiss her, and whispering to those who were near that she was tired, and how she had sat up so many nights beside him.
“你总一直在看护着我，弗洛伊，现在让我来看护你吧！”他们会在他的床角放一个软垫来支撑他；当她躺在他身旁时，他就斜靠在那里，不时弯下身去吻她，并跟床边的人低声说，她累了，她曾经怎样许多夜坐在他的身旁。
Thus, the flush of the day, in its heat and light, would gradually decline; and again the golden water would be dancing on the wall.
就这样，炎热、光明的白天的亮光逐渐消逝了，金黄色的水波又重新在墙上荡漾。
