巴尔扎克《无名的杰作》(英译本)
obleman among ress, one of to suffer by a great mans side, rive to understand ing t of poverty and love as bravely and dauntlessly as ot to bear ty. t stole over Gillettes lips filled t , and rivaled tness of t ale , absorbed in let in love before art engrossed it.
quot;Listen, Gillette. Come ;
ters knee. grace and beauty, and t fairness of outward form, lighin.
quot;O; ;I so tell ;
quot;A secret?quot; s;I must kno!quot;
Poussin was absorbed in his dreams.
quot;Do tell it me!quot;
quot;Gillette... poor beloved !...quot;
quot;O somet;
quot;Yes.quot;
quot;If you once more for you as I did t; sinued ulance, quot;I to do suc t all, and yet you look at me--quot;
quot;ould you rat;
quot;Per; she said.
quot;ell,quot; said Poussin gravely, quot;and if, for to come, if to make me a great painter, you must sit to some one else?quot;
quot;You may try me,quot; s;you knoe I .quot;
Poussins ; o be overpoolerable joy or sorrow.
quot;Listen,quot; s t, quot;I told you, Nick, t I I never promised you t I in my lifetime ;
quot;Your love?quot; cried tist.
quot;If I so anoto your fancies ural and simple t not? Even against my oo do t for anot upon it!quot;
quot;Forgive me, my Gillette,quot; said ter, falling upon ;I cake. I to love and not to paint. Peris and all its secrets!quot;
Gillette looked admiringly at asy of riump; s instinctively t art was lai