When I came back, after laying my mother in the grave, I found her sitting by the bedside, very much altered in look and bearing, with a bundle on her lap. She faced me quietly; she spoke with a curious stillness in her voice – strangely and unnaturally composed in look and manner.
“No man has ever struck me yet
(ни один мужчина еще никогда меня не бил),” she said. “My husband shall have no second opportunity (у моего мужа не будет второй возможности). Set the door open, and let me go (открой дверь и выпусти меня: «позволь мне уйти»;She passed me, and left the room
(она прошла мимо меня и вышла из комнаты). I saw her walk away up the street (я видел, как она ушла по улице). Was she gone for good (ушла ли она навсегда;All that night I watched and waited
(всю ту ночь я был начеку и ждал). No footstep came near the house (никаких шагов у дома). The next night, overcome with fatigue (на следующую ночь, падая от усталости;She passed me, and left the room. I saw her walk away up the street. Was she gone for good?
All that night I watched and waited. No footstep came near the house. The next night, overcome with fatigue, I lay down on the bed in my clothes, with the door locked, the key on the table, and the candle burning. My slumber was not disturbed. The third night, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, passed, and nothing happened.
I lay down on the seventh night
(я лег на седьмую ночь), still suspicious of something happening (все еще подозревая, что что-то случится); still in my clothes (все еще =