6 The voice from nowhere

Chapter 6 The voice from nowhere Two days later I was in an unknown village. In my misery, I'd left my bag on the coach. I was truly destitute. I walked on until nightfall. Drawing my shawl around me, I slept restlessly beneath a crag, shattered with longing for Mr. Rochester. In the morning, weak with hunger, I found a village shop. "Does anyone here want a servant?" I asked. "No." "Is there any work hereabouts?" "No."

两天后，我来到了一个陌生的村庄。 在我的痛苦中，我把我的包落在了马车上。 我真是一贫如洗。我一直走到天黑。 我把披肩裹在身上，不安地睡在一块岩石下面，对罗切斯特先生的思念使我心碎。 早上，我饿得浑身无力，找到了一家村里的商店。 “这里有人需要仆人吗？”我问。 “没有。”“这附近有工作吗？”“没有。”

Onwards again... I saw a child about to throw a mess of cold porridge into a pig trough. "Please... give that to me," I pleaded and devoured it ravenously. Exhausted, I stumbled on until I reached a cottage and knocked on the door. A young clergyman and two girls my own age opened it. "Shelter," I gasped. "I beg you." Reader, these kind strangers took me in, restored me to health, and found work for me as a teacher in the village school. They found it hard to understand my friendless state, without family, but they were sensitive, not inquisitive.

起了…我看见一个孩子正要把一团冷粥扔进猪槽里。 “请…给我吧。”我恳求着，狼吞虎咽地吃了下去。 我筋疲力尽，跌跌撞撞地走着，走到一间小屋前，敲了敲门。 一个年轻的牧师和两个和我年龄相仿的女孩开了门。 “庇护所，”我喘着气说。“我求你了。” 读者，这些好心的陌生人收留了我，使我恢复了健康，并为我在乡村学校找了一份教师的工作。 他们很难理解我没有朋友、没有家人的状态，但他们很敏感，不会好奇。

There I stayed. If I thought of the life I might have led, delirious with Mr. Rochester's love under foreign sunshine, pretending to be his wife, I knew at least that here I could be honest. I was grateful. I found my village pupils likeable, clever and anxious to learn. And so my life passed, until one day... That day I had the strangest feeling in my heart, sharp as an electric shock. Breathless, I waited and heard a voice cry: "Jane! Jane! Jane!"

我就呆在那里。如果我想到在异国的阳光下，假装成他的妻子，沉醉于罗切斯特先生的爱而可能过的那种生活，我就知道，至少在这里我可以诚实。 我很感激。我发现村里的学生可爱、聪明、好学。 我的一生就这样过去了，直到有一天…… 那天我心里有一种最奇怪的感觉，像电击一样尖锐。 我气喘吁吁地等着，听到一个声音喊道：“简！简!简!”

It came from nowhere, but I knew it at once- Edward Rochester's voice, in pain, desperate, eerie. "I will come," I cried to the air. I gave in my notice at the school, bid my kind rescuers goodbye and caught a coach back to Thornfield. How familiar and beloved it was! Past the lanes, through the fields, the house would come into view any moment now... I saw a blackened, empty ruin.

不知从哪里传来，但我立刻听出了——爱德华·罗切斯特的声音，痛苦、绝望、诡异。 “我会来的。”我对着空气喊道。 我向学校递交了辞呈，向好心的救助者告别，然后搭上了一辆返回桑菲尔德的马车。 这是多么熟悉和可爱啊！穿过小路，穿过田野，那所房子随时都可能映入眼帘…… 我看到一片漆黑、空荡荡的废墟。

Distraught, I rushed to the nearest house. An old man answered my urgent questions. "It was a fire in the dead of night," he said. "The lunatic started it, Mr. Rochester's secret wife. I saw her on the roof, waving her arms, a big woman with long black hair streaming against the flames. Mr. Rochester went to rescue her, but she yelled and jumped to her death on the ground." "And HE?" I could hardly bear it. "Is he dead or alive?" "Oh he's alive, but he's blind." "Where is he?" "At a farmhouse he owns, thirty miles away. They say he's a broken man." I went to the farmhouse that very day. The place felt deserted, as though no one lived there. Inside, I found Mr. Rochester, utterly changed, not in his looks which were as strong as ever, but his countenance

我心急如焚，冲向最近的房子。 一位老人回答了我的紧急问题。 “那是一场夜深人静的大火，”他说。 “是那个疯子挑起的，罗切斯特先生的秘密妻子。 我看见她在屋顶上挥舞着双臂，一个高大的女人，黑色的长发在火焰中飘动。 罗切斯特先生去救她，但她大喊大叫，跳地而死。” “他?”我几乎无法忍受。 “他是死是活？”“哦，他还活着，但他瞎了。” “他在哪儿？”“在三十英里外他自己的农舍里。 他们说他是个残废的人。” 那天我就去了农舍。 这地方给人一种空无一人的感觉，好像没有人住在那里。 在里面，我发现罗切斯特先生完全变了样，不是他那一如既往的神情，而是他的面容