🔊 Chat at table, the chat of love; it is as impossible to reproduce one as the other; the chat of love is a cloud; the chat at table is smoke.

餐桌上的闲谈和情人的絮语,都同样无法再现:情话如云,席谈似烟。

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reproduce /ˌriːprəˈdjuːs/

v. 复制；繁殖；再生➕

🔊 Fameuil and Dahlia were humming. Tholomyès was drinking. Zéphine was laughing, Fantine smiling, Listolier blowing a wooden trumpet which he had purchased at Saint-Cloud.

法梅依和达莉亚在哼着歌。托洛米埃在喝酒。泽菲娜在笑,芳汀在微笑,李斯托利埃吹着一支他在圣克卢买的木制小号。

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purchased /ˈpɜːrtʃəst/

v. 购买（purchase的过去式）➕

🔊 Favorite gazed tenderly at Blachevelle and said:--

法瓦莉特温柔地凝视着勃拉什维尔,说道:--

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gazed /ɡeɪzd/

v. 凝视,注视➕

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tenderly /ˈtendərli/

adv. 温柔地,柔情地➕

🔊 "Blachevelle, I adore you."

“勃拉什维尔,我爱你。”

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adore /əˈdɔːr/

v. 爱慕,崇拜➕

🔊 This called forth a question from Blachevelle:--

这引出了勃拉什维尔的一个问题:--

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called forth /kɔːld fɔːrθ/

phr. 引起,招致➕

🔊 "What would you do, Favorite, if I were to cease to love you?"

“法瓦莉特,如果我不再爱你,你会怎么办？”

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cease /siːs/

v. 停止,终止➕

🔊 "I!" cried Favorite. "Ah! Do not say that even in jest! If you were to cease to love me, I would spring after you, I would scratch you, I should rend you, I would throw you into the water, I would have you arrested."

“我！”法瓦莉特叫道。“啊！连开玩笑也别说这种话！如果你不再爱我,我就追上去,抓你,撕裂你,把你扔进水里,叫警察抓你。”

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jest /dʒest/

n. 玩笑,戏谑➕

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rend /rend/

v. 撕裂,扯破➕

🔊 Blachevelle smiled with the voluptuous self-conceit of a man who is tickled in his self-love. Favorite resumed:--

勃拉什维尔带着一种自恋情结被满足的洋洋得意,微笑着。法瓦莉特继续说道:--

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voluptuous /vəˈlʌptʃuəs/

adj. 骄奢淫逸的,感官享受的➕

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self-conceit /ˌself kənˈsiːt/

n. 自负,自满➕

🔊 "Yes, I would scream to the police! Ah! I should not restrain myself, not at all! Rabble!"

“是的,我会向警察尖叫！啊！我绝不会克制自己,一点也不会！混蛋！”

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restrain /rɪˈstreɪn/

v. 克制,抑制➕

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rabble /ˈræbl/

n. 乌合之众,暴民➕

🔊 Blachevelle threw himself back in his chair, in an ecstasy, and closed both eyes proudly.

勃拉什维尔陶醉地向后仰靠在椅子上,高傲地闭上双眼。

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ecstasy /ˈekstəsi/

n. 狂喜,入迷➕

🔊 Dahlia, as she ate, said in a low voice to Favorite, amid the uproar:--

在喧闹声中,达莉亚一边吃着东西,一边低声对法瓦莉特说道:--

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uproar /ˈʌprɔːr/

n. 喧嚣,吵闹➕

🔊 "So you really idolize him deeply, that Blachevelle of yours?"

“那么你真的非常崇拜他,你的那个勃拉什维尔？”

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idolize /ˈaɪdəlaɪz/

v. 崇拜,极度仰慕➕

🔊 "I? I detest him," replied Favorite in the same tone, seizing her fork again. "He is avaricious. I love the little fellow opposite me in my house. He is very nice, that young man; do you know him? One can see that he is an actor by profession. I love actors. As soon as he comes in, his mother says to him: 'Ah! Mon Dieu! my peace of mind is gone. There he goes with his shouting. But, my dear, you are splitting my head!' So he goes up to rat-ridden garrets, to black holes, as high as he can mount, and there he sets to singing, declaiming, how do I know what? So that he can be heard downstairs! He earns twenty sous a day at an attorney's by penning quibbles. He is the son of a former precentor of Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas. Ah! he is very nice. He idolizes me so, that one day when he saw me making batter for some pancakes, he said to me: 'Mamselle, make your gloves into fritters, and I will eat them.' It is only artists who can say such things as that. Ah! he is very nice. I am in a fair way to go out of my head over that little fellow. Never mind; I tell Blachevelle that I adore him--how I lie! Hey! How I do lie!"

“我？我讨厌他,”法瓦莉特用同样的语调回答,重新拿起叉子。“他吝啬得很。我爱我家对面那个小伙子。他很好,那个年轻人；你认识他吗？一看就知道他是职业演员。我爱演员。他一进门,他母亲就对他说:‘啊！我的上帝！我的清静日子到头了。他又开始大喊大叫了。可是,亲爱的,你吵得我头痛！’于是他就爬到满是老鼠的阁楼,钻进黑窟窿,爬到尽可能高的地方,在那里唱歌、朗诵,谁知道干什么？为了楼下能听见！他在一个律师那里替人写状子,一天挣二十苏。他是圣雅克-上帕教堂前唱诗班领唱的儿子。啊！他非常好。他非常崇拜我,有一天他看见我在调面糊做薄饼,他对我说:‘小姐,把你的手套做成油炸饼,我来吃。’只有艺术家才会说这种话。啊！他非常好。我简直要为了那个小伙子神魂颠倒了。没关系；我对勃拉什维尔说我崇拜他--我多能撒谎！嘿！我真是撒谎！”

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detest /dɪˈtest/

v. 憎恶,厌恶➕

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avaricious /ˌævəˈrɪʃəs/

adj. 贪婪的,贪得无厌的➕

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profession /prəˈfeʃn/

n. 职业,专业➕

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splitting /ˈsplɪtɪŋ/

adj. 剧烈的（头痛等）➕

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rat-ridden /ˈræt ˌrɪdn/

adj. 老鼠横行的➕

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garrets /ˈɡærəts/

n. 阁楼,顶楼（复数）➕

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mount /maʊnt/

v. 攀登,爬上➕

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idolizes /ˈaɪdəlaɪzɪz/

v. 崇拜（第三人称单数）➕

🔊 Favorite paused, and then went on:--

法瓦莉特停了一下,然后继续说:--

🔊 "I am sad, you see, Dahlia. It has done nothing but rain all summer; the wind irritates me; the wind does not abate. Blachevelle is very stingy; there are hardly any green peas in the market; one does not know what to eat. I have the spleen, as the English say, butter is so dear! And then you see it is horrible, here we are dining in a room with a bed in it, and that disgusts me with life."

“我很伤心,你看,达莉亚。整个夏天除了下雨还是下雨；风让我烦躁；风也不停。勃拉什维尔非常小气；市场上几乎没有青豌豆；不知道吃什么。正如英国人说的,我愁闷得很,黄油那么贵！而且你看,太可怕了,我们在一个摆着床的房间里吃饭,这让我对生活感到厌恶。”

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irritates /ˈɪrɪteɪts/

v. 激怒,使烦躁➕

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abate /əˈbeɪt/

v. 减少,减轻➕

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stingy /ˈstɪndʒi/

adj. 吝啬的,小气的➕

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spleen /spliːn/

n. 脾脏；忧郁,怒气➕

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disgusts /dɪsˈɡʌsts/

v. 使厌恶,使反感➕

🔊 "Fantine, my dear, you are not speaking," said Tholomyès, who was beginning to get lively.

“芳汀,亲爱的,你怎么不说话呢？”托洛米埃说道,他渐渐活跃起来。

🔊 "What would you have me say?" replied Fantine. "I am happy. I am thinking of my future."

“你希望我说什么呢？”芳汀回答道。“我很幸福。我在想着我的未来。”

🔊 "That is the woman of my heart," said Tholomyès. "A woman who thinks of her future, that is good. But what is this future you are thinking of?"

“这才是我心仪的女人,”托洛米埃说道。“一个想着未来的女人,这很好。但你想着的到底是什么未来呢？”

🔊 "I am thinking of our marriage, my Tholomyès," said Fantine.

“我在想着我们的婚姻,我的托洛米埃,”芳汀说道。

🔊 "Marriage!" cried Tholomyès. "That is a serious matter! That is not what I mean. I mean that I love you, and that I think of you. That is my future. The future of a man is the woman he loves."

“结婚！”托洛米埃叫道。“那是件严肃的事！我不是那个意思。我的意思是我爱你,而且我想着你。那才是我的未来。一个男人的未来就是他爱的女人。”

🔊 "And the future of a woman is the man she loves," said Fantine softly.

“而一个女人的未来就是她爱的男人,”芳汀温柔地说。

🔊 "Well said!" exclaimed Tholomyès. "You have given me the cue. My friends, I will now make a speech. Love is a child; it must have its way; it is a tyrant; it must be obeyed. I make this remark because Fantine has just given me a proof that she loves me. She has given me her future. That is a beautiful thing. I accept it. In return, I give her my present. That is also a beautiful thing. We shall be happy. We shall live in the country. We shall have a little house with a garden, and we shall eat strawberries in the summer. That is what it is to love."

“说得好！”托洛米埃赞叹道。“你给了我要说的话。朋友们,我现在要发表一番演说。爱情是个孩子,它要任性；它是个暴君,必须服从。我之所以这么说,是因为芳汀刚刚向我证明了她爱我。她把她的未来给了我。这是件美好的东西。我接受。作为回报,我把我的现在给她。这也是件美好的东西。我们将会幸福。我们要住在乡下。我们会有一座带花园的小房子,夏天吃草莓。这才是爱。”

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tyrant /ˈtaɪrənt/

n. 暴君；专制君主➕