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我要是像我主人那样爱您的话，”她说，“我就用柳木在您大门前头搭一间小屋，大声喊着您的名字。我要写一些拿奥丽维娅作主题的哀歌，在深夜里歌唱。我要让群山都响起您的名字，我要让空中那些个多嘴的回声一齐喊叫着：奥丽维娅。”“If I did love you as my master does,” said Viola, “I would make me a willow cabin at your gates, and call upon your name, I would write complaining sonnets on Olivia, and sing them in the dead