" But, Lenina … " he began protesting; and as she immediately untwined her arms, as she stepped away from him, he thought, for a moment, that she had taken his unspoken hint.

“可是列宁娜… … ”对。她立即抽回了双臂，离了。一时还以为她已经接受了无言的暗示呢。

There was no doubt that her mind was inclined thitherward; indefinitely, fancifully—twining and untwining about him as the single object within her horizon on which dreams might crystallize.

毫无疑问，她的心是朝着那个方向的；她缈，充满幻想——把韦狄作为视野里唯一能使梦想变为现实的物体，围着索回往复。