"We did use to play together, didn't
we?" she asked, turning her grave eyes
to his. "You were a horrid boy, and
kissed me once behind a door; but it was
your cousin Vandie Newland, who never looked
at me, that I was in love with." ; Her
glance swept the horse-shoe curve of boxes."
;Ah, how this brings it all back to me--I
see everybody here in knickerbockers and
pantalettes," ; she said, with her trailing
slightly foreign accent, her eyes returning
to his face. （中略）
"Yes, you have been away a very long
"Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,"
she said,"that I'm sure I'm dead and
buried, and this dear old place is heaven;"
As he wrote a word on his card and waited
for an envelope he glanced about the embowered
shop, and his eye lit on a cluster of yellow
roses. He had never seen any as sun-golden
before, and his first impulse was to send
them to May instead of the lilies. But they
did not look like her--there was something
too rich, too strong, in their fiery beauty.
In a sudden revulsion of mood, and almost
without knowing what he did, he signed to
the florist to lay the roses in another long
box, and slipped his card into a second envelope,
on which he wrote the name of the Countess
Olenska; then, just as he was turning away,
he drew the card out again, and left the
empty envelope on the box.
翻訳書 Life is always hard for the poor, in any
place and at any time. Ethan Frome is a farmer
in Massachusetts. He works long hours every
day, but his farm makes very little money.
His wife, Zeena, is a thin, grey woman, always
complaining, and only interested in her own
ill health. Then Mattie Silver, a young cousin,
comes to live with the Fromes, to help Zeena
and do the housework. Her bright smile and
laughing voice bring light and hope into
the Fromes' house - and into Ethan's lonely
life. But poverty is a prison from which
few people escape . . .