“Catherine Linton,” it replied shiveringly, “I'm come home. I've lost my way on the moor!” As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window.
“Catherine Linton,” it replied shiveringly, “I'm come home. I've lost my way on the moor!” As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window.
“凯瑟琳·林顿，”那声音颤抖着回答。“我回家来啦，我在旷野上走迷路啦！”在她说话时，我模模糊糊地辨认出一张小孩的脸向窗里望。