Will he bear about with him, —no odious grin of feigned benignity, insolent in its pretence, and loathsome in its falsehood, —but the tender sadness of a contrite heart, broken, at last, beneath its own weight of sin?
他会容忍他——没有假装仁慈的可恶笑容,伪装时傲慢,虚假时令人厌恶——而是一颗痛的心的温柔悲伤,终于在它自己的罪恶重压下破碎了?