The Minister’s Black Veil 牧师的黑面纱（中英文对照）The sexton stood in the porch of Milford meeting-house, pulling busily at the bell-rope. The old people of the village came stooping along the street. Children, with bright faces, tripped merrily beside their parents, or mimicked a graver gait, in the conscious dignity of their Sunday clothes. Spruce bachelors looked sidelong at the pretty maidens, and fancied that the Sabbath sunshine made them prettier than on week days. When the throng had mostly streamed into the porch, the sexton began to toll the bell, keeping his eye on the Reverend Mr. Hooper's door. The first glimpse of the clergyman's figure was the signal for the bell to cease its summons.
米尔福礼拜堂的门廊上，司事正忙着扯开钟绳。村里的老人们弯腰驼背顺街走来，孩子们喜笑颜开，活蹦乱跳地跟着父母，要不就一本正经地迈步，浑身礼拜天打扮的神气。衣冠楚楚的小伙子们侧目偷看好看的姑娘，觉得安息日的阳光使她们比平日更漂亮啦。人流大都涌进门廊，司事开始打钟，一面盯着胡珀牧师的门口。牧师一露头，他就该停打召唤的钟声了。
“But what has good Parson Hooper got upon his face?” cried the sexton in astonishment.
All within hearing immediately turned about, and beheld the semblance of Mr. Hooper, pacing slowly his meditative way towards the meetinghouse. With one accord they started, expressing more wonder than if some strange minister were coming to dust the cushions of Mr. Hooper's pulpit.
“牧师脸上这是啥呀？”司事失惊大叫。
听到的人都立刻回过身来，只见一位貌似胡珀先生的人，正若有所思地缓步朝礼拜堂走来。人们全呆了，即算来了位生人到胡珀牧师布道坛上动手给垫子掸灰尘，他们也不至于如此大惊小怪。
“Are you sure it is our parson?” inquired Goodman Gray of the sexton.
“Of a certainty it is good Mr. Hooper,” replied the sexton. “He was to have exchan ged pulpits with Parson Shute, of Westbury; but Parson Shute sent to excuse himself yesterday, being to preach a funeral sermon.”
“你敢肯定这是俺们那位牧师？”古德曼•格雷问司事。
“错不了，是胡珀先生。”司事应道，“今儿他本该跟韦斯特伯雷的舒特牧师对换的，可昨天舒特牧师捎信儿说不来了，得去给一场丧事做祈祷。”
The cause of so much amazement may appear sufficiently slight. Mr. Hooper, a gentlemanly person, of about thirty, though still a bachelor, was dressed with due clerical neatness, as if a careful wife had starched his band, and brushed the weekly dust from his Sunday's garb. There was but one thing remarkable in his appearance. Swathed about his forehead, and hanging down over his face, so low as to be shaken by his breath, Mr. Hooper had on a black veil. On a nearer view it seemed to consist of two folds of crape, which entirely concealed his features, except the mouth and chin, but probably did not intercept his sight, further than to give a darkened aspect to all living and inanimate things. With this gloomy shade before him, good Mr. Hooper walked onward, at a slow and quiet pace, stooping somewhat, and looking on the ground, as is customary with abstracted men, yet nodding kindly to those of his parishioners who still waited on the meeting-house steps. But so wonder-struck were they that his greeting hardly met with a return.
如此大惊小怪的理由好像并不充分。胡珀牧师年届三十，一派绅士风度，虽仍未成家，却不失牧师该有的整洁干净。仿佛有位周到的妻子已为他浆洗过领箍，刷净了一周来落在礼拜天这身法衣上的灰尘。浑身上下只有一样东西刺眼，这就是箍住额头，低垂盖脸，随呼吸颤动的一块黑面纱。近些看，面纱似有两层，除了嘴和下巴，一张脸给遮得严严实实。不过，
