胸膛的

The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener.

整个国家动员起来，战争正在进行，每个人的胸膛都燃烧著爱国圣火。鼓声敲击，乐团演奏，玩具枪砰砰作响，成捆的烟火发出嘶喊爆裂的声音。每只手中，以及向远方绵延淡去的屋顶阳台上，都是狂野飘逸的旗帜在阳光下闪烁。年轻的志愿者每天顺著宽广大道行进，穿著新制服，愉快又杰出。骄傲的双亲、姐妹与心爱的人在他们通过时鼓励他们，言语因为充满快乐的情绪而哽塞。每晚在拥挤民众聚会中他们聆听著爱国者的演讲并为之激动，讲词搅动了内心最深处的情感，而他们也把握短暂停歇报以如雷的掌声，眼泪同时流下双颊。牧师在教堂布道，呼吁大家奉献给国家与国旗，并祈求战争之神在我们的正义行动中提供祂的协助，他热情洋溢的流利口才感动了每个人。

As she looked at Warrington's manly face, and dark, melancholy eyes, she had settled in her mind that he must have been the victim of an unhappy attachment.

每逢看到沃林顿那刚毅的脸，那乌黑、忧郁的眼睛，她便会相信，他一定作过不幸的爱情的受害者。

Maybe they'll disappear into a pothole.

也许他们将在壶穴里消失