The road was full of buggies, all bound for the hotel, and laughter, silver clear, echoed and reechoed along it.

路上满是开往旅馆的四轮马车，银白色的笑声在路上回荡着。

Yet it was a call for help! —his conscience never doubted it;—and, little more than a whisper to his ear, it was a dismal shriek, and long reechoed so, in the region round his heart!

——他的良心从未怀疑过这一点； ——而且，这只不过是他耳边的耳语， 是一种凄凉的尖叫， 而且在他的心脏周围的区域长期回荡着！ 然而，这是求救的呼声！