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She bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her upon the arm of his chair, for her heart yearned towards him, yet could not reach him, and it made her throat ache with unhappiness to meet that look of his that rested on her face without seeing it.

她低着头，双手紧紧地握在他椅子的扶手上，因为她的心渴望着他，但又够不着他。她看见他那没有看见的、落在她脸上的表情，喉咙痛得难受。

— Georgette Heyer 乔吉特·海尔