Bleak House — Page 2

浓雾弥漫在古老的格林威治退役水手们的眼中与喉间，他们在病房的壁炉旁气喘吁吁；

Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards;

浓雾钻入那位怒气冲冲的船长下午烟斗的烟杆与烟碗，他独自待在密不透风的船舱之中；

fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin;

浓雾残忍地掐紧甲板上那个瑟瑟发抖的小学徒的脚趾与手指。

fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little 'prentice boy on deck.

桥上偶然路过的行人趴在栏杆上，俯视着下方那片雾的天空，四面八方皆是浓雾，仿佛他们乘坐热气球悬浮在迷蒙的云层之间。

Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.

煤气灯在街道各处透过浓雾隐约发光，正如农夫和犁地的小伙从湿软的田野间遥望太阳时所见的那种朦胧光晕。

Gas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun may, from the spongey fields, be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy.

大多数店铺比平时提前两个小时点亮灯火——煤气灯似乎也心知肚明，因为它们透出一种憔悴而勉强的神情。

Most of the shops lighted two hours before their time—as the gas seems to know, for it has a haggard and unwilling look.

阴冷的下午愈发阴冷，浓密的雾气愈发浓密，泥泞的街道愈发泥泞，在那座迟钝老旧的障碍物——坦普尔巴附近尤为如此，这道门楼正是那个迟钝老旧的市政机构门槛上恰如其分的装饰。

The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar.

就在坦普尔巴附近的林肯律师学院大厅里，在这浓雾的正中心，大法官阁下端坐于他的大法官法庭之上。

And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln's Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.

无论雾气多么浓厚，无论泥泞多么深重，都与这座大法官法庭今日在天地之间所呈现出的那种摸索挣扎、举步维艰的状态相称——它是古老罪孽中最为祸患深重的一个。

Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds this day in the sight of heaven and earth.