But there was always a chance, always a chance, she thought in the long night hours as she padded back and forth across the cold floor of her bedroom, with Ellen's faded shawl clutched about her nightdress.
可是思嘉披着爱伦那条褪色围巾在卧室冰冷地板上来回走动度过漫漫长夜时,她总是想事情还不牢靠,就怕有个万一呀。