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But it is not in the nature of pure love to burn so fiercely and unkindly long. The flame that in its grosser composition has the taint of earth may prey upon the breast that gives it shelter; but the fire from heaven is as gentle in the heart, as when it rested on the heads of the assembled twelve, and showed each man his brother, brightened and unhurt. The image conjured up, there soon returned the placid face, the softened voice, the loving looks, the quiet trustfulness and peace; and Florence, though she wept still, wept more tranquilly, and courted the remembrance.
但是，纯洁的爱在性质上并不会猛烈地、无情地长久燃烧。爱的火焰，由于其中粗俗的部分受到世俗的污染，所以它可能会折磨庇护它的胸膛；但是从上天降临的圣火却在心中柔和地闪耀，就像它降临在聚集在一起的十二个人的头上，向他们每个人指明他的兄弟都笑逐颜开、安然无恙时的情形一样。当圣像被召唤到心中来时，弗洛伦斯就立刻恢复了平静的面容，温柔的声音，可爱的外貌，沉着的信任与安宁；她虽然依旧在哭泣，但都哭得比过去平静，并从回忆中寻求安慰。
It was not very long before the golden water, dancing on the wall, in the old place, at the old serene time, had her calm eye fixed upon it as it ebbed away. It was not very long before that room again knew her, often; sitting there alone, as patient and as mild as when she had watched beside the little bed. When any sharp sense of its being empty smote upon her, she could kneel beside it, and pray GOD — it was the pouring out of her full heart — to let one angel love her and remember her.
时间过去不很久，当金黄色的水波在原先的地方，原先宁静的时间中在墙上荡漾时，她的平静的眼光又在注视着它逐渐消逝。时间过去不很久，她又时常来到这个房间，独自坐在那里，就像她过去在小床边看护时一样地耐心与温柔。当她突然敏锐地感觉到床上已空空无人，心中万分痛苦时，她会跪在床边，向上帝祈祷——这时她倾吐着满怀心曲——，求他派一个天使来爱她，别把她忘记。
It was not very long before, in the midst of the dismal house so wide and dreary, her low voice in the twilight, slowly and stopping sometimes, touched the old air to which he had so often listened, with his drooping head upon her arm. And after that, and when it was quite dark, a little strain of music trembled in the room: so softly played and sung, that it was more like the mournful recollection of what she had done at his request on that last night, than the reality repeated. But it was repeated, often - very often, in the shadowy solitude; and broken murmurs of the strain still trembled on the keys, when the sweet voice was hushed in tears.
时间过去不很久，在这宽广、凄凉、阴惨惨的住宅中，她又在薄暮中，缓慢地、时断时续地低声唱起歌曲来，这歌曲是保罗过去把低垂的头枕靠在她的胳膊上时常常听着的；然后当天完全黑了的时候，房间里响起了一小段音乐的震颤的声音，她十分温柔地弹奏着和歌唱着：这更像是在悲伤地回忆那最后一夜中在他的请求下她所做过的事情，而不像是真正在重复弹唱。可是，她在郁郁寡欢的孤独中经常地、极为经常地重复弹唱着它；当甜美的歌声在潸潸的泪水中寂然消逝时，乐键仍叮叮冬冬地震颤着断断续续的曲调声。
Thus she gained heart to look upon the work with which her fingers had been busy by his side on the sea-shore; and thus it was not very long before she took to it again — with something of a human love for it, as if it had been sentient and had known him; and, sitting in a window, near her mother's picture, in the unused room so long deserted, wore away the thoughtful hours.
就这样，她又有了勇气去观赏她过去在海滨挨近他的身旁、手指忙碌不停地做过的针线活；就这样，时间过去不很久，她又重新做起针线活来，心中对它怀着某种人类的爱，仿佛它是有知觉的，是记得他似的；她在长久弃置不用、无人居住的房间里，坐在靠近母亲遗像的窗口，在沉思中消磨了一个个小时。
