He was soon on the other side of the river (this was his way back to La Huchette), and Emma saw him in the meadow, walking under the poplars, slackening his pace now and then as one who reflects.
他不消多久就到了河对岸(那是他回于谢堡必经之路);艾玛看见他
草原上,
白杨
下走着,走走又放慢了脚步,好像一个有心事的人。