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轮椅缓慢地攀爬着斜坡，在冰冻的土块上摇摆颠簸。陡然间，左侧现出一片空地，只有几棵枯萎的蕨草缠绕其间，几株纤细的树苗东倒西歪，几根被锯断的粗大树桩袒露着顶部以及盘曲的根系，感受不到半点生气。还有几块黑漆漆的地方，那是樵夫焚烧断枝杂草和废物时留下的痕迹。

This was one of the places that Sir Geoffrey had cut during the war for trench timber. The whole knoll, which rose softly on the right of the riding, was denuded and strangely forlorn. On the crown of the knoll where the oaks had stood, now was bareness; and from there you could look out over the trees to the colliery railway, and the new works at Stacks Gate. Connie had stood and looked, it was a breach in the pure seclusion of the wood. It let in the world. But she didn't tell Clifford.

杰弗里爵士战时支援前线堑壕修筑的木料，有部分就出自这里。马道右侧矗立着的小丘线条柔和，但却寸草不生，一片诡异的凄凉景象。小丘之上也曾橡树成荫，如今却是满目荒凉，从那里透过树梢极目远望，运煤的铁道和斯塔克斯门的新厂房便映入眼帘。康妮曾经站在那里向外张望，若说这片树林是远离尘嚣的世外桃源，小丘的顶端便是唯一的缺口。那里与凡尘俗世相连接。然而，她却从未与克利福德提及此事。

This denuded place always made Clifford curiously angry. He had been through the war, had seen what it meant. But he didn't get really angry till he saw this bare hill. He was having it replanted. But it made him hate Sir Geoffrey.

这块不毛之地总让克利福德无名火起。他曾亲历大战烽火，深知战争的意义何在。但只有亲眼目睹这里的荒凉景象，才会不由得怒从心头起。他已调动人手，在这里重新栽种树木。但这仍使他对亡父平添几分怨恨。

Clifford sat with a fixed face as the chair slowly mounted. When they came to the top of the rise he stopped; he would not risk the long and very jolty down-slope. He sat looking at the greenish sweep of the riding downwards, a clear way through the bracken and oaks. It swerved at the bottom of the hill and disappeared; but it had such a lovely easy curve, of knights riding and ladies on palfreys.

轮椅继续缓慢地向上爬升，克利福德脸上没有任何表情。两人在坡顶停住脚步，克利福德不愿冒险尝试那漫长而又崎岖的下坡旅程。他呆坐在原地，眼望着绿色坡地向下延伸，从蕨草和橡树间穿过。最后在山脚下转个弯，便从视线中消失不见。然而它的蜿蜒曲折是那样的优雅从容，让人不禁想起旧日策马徐行的骑士和贵妇。

"I consider this is really the heart of England," said Clifford to Connie, as he sat there in the dim February sunshine.

“我认为这里才是英格兰的中心。”克利福德对康妮说，沐浴在二月朦胧的阳光中。

"Do you?" she said, seating herself in her blue knitted dress, on a stump by the path.

“是么？”康妮说，她身着蓝色毛织连衣裙，坐在道旁的树墩上。

"I do! this is the old England, the heart of it; and I intend to keep it intact." "Oh yes!" said Connie. But, as she said it she heard the eleven-o'clock hooters at Stacks Gate colliery. Clifford was too used to the sound to notice.

“当然！这里才是古老的英格兰，是其核心所在，我要将它完好无损地保存下去。”“哦，没错！”康妮应道。刚一开口，耳边便传来斯塔克斯门煤矿11点钟的汽笛声。而对此司空见惯的克利福德根本没有注意到。

"I want this wood perfect...untouched. I want nobody to trespass in it," said Clifford.

“我希望这树林完美无缺……毫发无伤。不愿意看到任何人擅入其中。”克利福德接着说。

There was a certain pathos. The wood still had some of the mystery of wild, old England; but Sir Geoffrey's cuttings during the war had given it a blow. How still the trees were, with their crinkly, innumerable twigs against the sky, and their grey, obstinate trunks rising from the brown bracken! How safely the birds flitted among them! And once there had been deer, and archers, and monks padding along on asses. The place remembered, still remembered.

他的话语中透出几分悲凉的意味。这片树林依然保有古老英伦那份原始的神秘感，但战时杰弗里爵士的砍伐却使它遭受重创。其间的树木是多么地静谧，无数虬曲的枝条伸向天空，灰白的树干倔强地从棕色蕨草丛中挺直腰身！盘旋飞舞的鸟儿在这里不会受到半点威胁！曾几何时，这里还曾经有鹿出没，还见得到弓箭手，甚至是端坐驴背、四海为家的游方僧人。这片净土记得过往的一切，半点不曾遗忘。

Clifford sat in the pale sun, with the light on his smooth, rather blond hair, his reddish full face inscrutable.