For her dark - blue eyes were flashing , her colour was hot in her cheeks , she looked full of a rebellious passion far from the dejection of hopelessness . she noticed , ill the tussocky places of the grass , cottony young cowslips standing up still bleared in their down . and she wondered with rage , why it was she felt clifford was so wrong , yet she couldn t say it to him , she could not say exactly where he was wrong 她的深的眼睛发着亮，两颊红粉粉的发烧，她充满着反叛的热情，全没有失望着的颓丧样儿，她注意到浓密的草丛中，杂着一些新出的莲馨花，还裹着一层毛茸，她自己愤横地奇怪着，为什么她既然觉得克利福不对，却又不能告诉他，不能明白地说出他在哪里不对。
