In her misery she rocked herself upon the bed. The clock struck the solemn hour of one, that hour when fancy stalks（高视阔步地走过） outside reason, and malignant possibilities stand rock-firm as facts.

她非常痛苦，在床上辗转反侧，难以入睡。钟刚敲一点，万籁俱寂。此时此刻想象往往超越理智的束缚，各种险恶的可能性也都变为确确凿凿的事实。

She thought of the child consigned to the nethermost（最低的、最下面的） corner of hell, as its double doom for lack of baptism and lack of legitimacy; saw the arch-fiend tossing it with his three-pronged fork, like the one they used for heating the oven on baking days; to which picture she added many other quaint（异常的、奇特的） and curious details of torment sometimes taught the young in this Christian country.

她想到了那孩子，既是私生，又未受洗，两罪俱罚，就会打到地狱最底层的犄角。她仿佛看见魔王正拿着一把三尖叉，就像人们烤面包时加热炉灶用的那种，把那孩子叉住抛来扔去；在这想像的画面中，她又增添了许多这个基督教国家有时向年轻人昭示的种种稀奇古怪的酷刑。

The lurid（可怕的、阴惨的、惊人的） presentment so powerfully affected her imagination in the silence of the sleeping house that her nightgown became damp with perspiration, and the bedstead shook with each throb of her heart.

睡房里一片寂静，人都睡了。那狰狞的场面强烈地刺激了她的想象力，使她吓出了一身冷汗，睡袍都湿了。床架也随着她的每次心跳而颤抖。