They sat on through the passing glory of the day , talking as lovers are prone to talk , marvelling at the wonder of love and at destiny that had flung them so strangely together , and dogmatically believing that they loved to a degree never attained by lovers before 两人继续坐着，望着辉煌的景色逐渐暗淡，谈着情人们总要絮叨的情话。他们对爱情的奇迹，对把他们俩那样离奇地撮合到一起的命运感到惊奇，而且武断地认为他俩爱情之深沉是任句情侣也赶不上的。
So putting my hand in through the open window , i drew the curtain over it , leaving only an opening through which i could take observations ; then i closed the casement , all but a chink just wide enough to furnish an outlet to lovers whispered vows : then i stole back to my chair ; and as i resumed it the pair came in 于是把手缩回开着的窗子将窗帘拉拢，只剩下一条便于观察的开口。随后我关上窗子，只留下一条缝，刚好可以让情人们的喃喃耳语和山盟海誓，透出来，接着我偷偷地回到了椅子上。刚落座，这一对进来了。
