She paused, as though she did not quite know how to begin.
Then she seemed to give herself, mentally, a little shake. "You must have wondered ", she said, "why I was so upset at the thought of young George's going to England without you. I am an old woman, and perhaps I have the silly fancies of the old, but I should like to tell you my own love story, and then you can decide whether it is wise for your man to leave you before you are married." 我走到她的跟前。她拍着身边的椅子,淡淡一笑。“坐下吧,亲爱的,”她说,“我有话要告诉你。”她欲言又止,好像不知道话从何说起似的。接着,她仿佛振作了起来。她说:“我听你说乔治要回国,又不带你走,心里非常不安。我这份心事你是不明白的。我是一个老婆子了,大概还怀着老人们的那颗痴心吧。不过,我想把自己的爱情故事讲给你听。这样你就能明白在你们结婚之前让你的未婚夫离开你,是不是一个明智之举。”
"I was quite a young girl when I first met Richard Weston. He was an Englishman who boarded with the Van Rensburgs on the next farm, four or five miles from us. Richard was not strong. He had a weak chest, and the doctors had sent him to South Africa so that the dry air could cure him. He taught the Van Rensburg children, who were younger than I was, though we often played together, but he did this for pleasure and not because he needed money.
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