既然是他妈妈的东西，想必，他妈妈会保佑他的。

半散着发，她握着姚秀的手，趴在他的床沿，低声念——

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When we met first and loved，I did not build

当初我俩相见、一见而倾心的时光，

Upon the event with marble．Could it mean

我怎敢在这上面，建起大理石宫殿，

To last，a love set pendulous between

难道这也会久长－－那来回摇摆在

Sorrow and sorrow？Nay，I rather thrilled,

忧伤与忧伤间的爱？不，我害怕，

Distrusting every light that seemed to gild

我信不过那似乎浮泛在眼前的

The onward path，and feared to overlean

一片金光，不敢伸出手指去碰一下。

A finger even．And，though I have grown serene

到后来才坦然、坚定了。可我又觉得，

And strong since then，I think God has willed

上帝总该另有恐惧安排在后面…

A still renewable fear … O love，O troth …

爱啊，要不然，这双紧握著的手

Lest these enclasped hands should never hold，

就不会接触；这热热的亲吻，

This mutual kiss drop down between us both

一旦从嘴唇上冷却了，何以不变成虚文？

As an unowned thing，once the lips being cold．