align="center">精品文摘：about love 关于爱情（六）
"and when i went to the town i saw every time from her eyes that she was expecting me, and she would confess to me herself that she had had a peculiar feeling all that day guessed that i should come. we talked a long time, and were silent, yet we did not confess our love to each other, but and jealously concealed it. we were afraid of everything that might reveal our secret to ourselves. i loved her , deeply, but i reflected and kept asking myself what our love could lead to if we had not the strength to fight against it. it seemed to be that my gentle, sad love could all at once coarsely break up the even tenor of the life of her husband, her children, and all the household in which i was so loved and trusted. would it be honourable? she would go away with me, but where? where could i take her? it would have been a different matter if i had had a beautiful, interesting lifeif, for instance, i had been struggling for the of my country, or had been a celebrated man of science, an artist or a painter; but as it was it would mean her from one humdrum life to another as humdrum or perhaps more so. and how long would our happiness last? what would happen to her in case i was ill, in case i died, or if we simply grew cold to one another?
- [´timidli] ad.胆怯地 六级词汇
- [i,mænsi´peiʃən] n.解放，翻身 六级词汇
- [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 六级词汇