They were aching there, behind the varnished stove, the festooned engravings, beneath her own neat little poplin bosom; and if he could only touch the tender spot, she would make a movement that would betray her.

他们在那里痛，在涂了漆的炉子后面，在装饰着花彩的版画后面，在她自己整洁的小府绸胸前；如果他只能触摸到那个柔软的地方，她就会做出背叛她的动作。