一位年长的妇女来给我开门。我曾经见过她，她就住在后院对面的一间屋里，是

一位年长的妇女来给我开门。我曾经见过她，她就住在后院对面的一间屋里，是这里的一位女仆。一根蜡烛仍旧像过去一样燃点在漆黑一片的过道里，我还是像以往一样，拿起蜡烛，孤孤单单地一人爬上楼梯。郝维仙小姐不在她自己的房里，而在楼梯平台对着的大房间中。我敲敲门，没有回答，从门缝中向里张望，看到她坐在壁炉前的一张破椅子上，对着一炉灰烬中的火，不知在思考着什么，显出出神的样子。

一位年长的妇女来给我开门。 我曾经见过她，她就住在后院对面的一间屋里，是这里的一位女仆。 一根蜡烛仍旧像过去一样燃点在漆黑一片的过道里，我还是像以往一样，拿起蜡烛，孤孤单单地一人爬上楼梯。 郝维仙小姐不在她自己的房里，而在楼梯平台对着的大房间中。 我敲敲门，没有回答，从门缝中向里张望，看到她坐在壁炉前的一张破椅子上，对着一炉灰烬中的火，不知在思考着什么，显出出神的样子。

An elderly woman came to open the door for me. I've seen her once. She lives in a room opposite the backyard and is a maid here. A candle was still burning in the dark hallway as it used to be. I picked up the candle and climbed up the stairs alone as before. Miss Havisham was not in her own room, but in the large room opposite the landing. I knocked on the door without answering. Looking through the crack of the door, I saw her sitting on a broken chair in front of the fireplace, looking at a fire in the ashes, not knowing what she was thinking, and showing an air of trance.<BR>