Fantine had long evaded Tholomyes in the mazes of the hill of the Pantheon, where so many adventurers twine and untwine, but in such a way as constantly to encounter him again.
There was no doubt that her mind was inclined thitherward; indefinitely, fancifully—twining and untwining about him as the single object within her horizon on which dreams might crystallize.
" But, Lenina … " he began protesting; and as she immediately untwined her arms, as she stepped away from him, he thought, for a moment, that she had taken his unspoken hint.
，
过多少悲欢离合的那些长
曲巷里，芳汀逃避多罗米埃
心思
朝着那个方
想变为现实
宁娜… … ”他开始反对。
