It was one January morning, very early--a pinching, frosty morning--the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward.

那是一月里一个很早的清晨，霜寒刺骨；海湾遍覆灰白的霜，细浪轻轻拍着石头，太阳还很低，只照到山巅，向远海投去光芒。