With despair — cold, sharp despair — buried deep in her heart like a wicked knife, Miss Meadows, in cap and gown and carrying a little baton, trod the cold corridors that led to the music hall.
绝望——冰冷、尖锐的绝望——像一把邪恶的刀一样深深地埋在她的心里,梅多斯小姐戴着帽子,穿着长袍,拿着一根小指挥棒,走在通向的冰冷走廊上。