The library had been Clara's safe h

The library had been Clara's safe haven from the first day on. It was where she could retreat to when she felt close to tears and bury her nose in a book. Only today her haven appeared to be more of a fridge. The heating was out, which wouldn't have bothered her hadn't it been November. After spending several hours freezing despite her warm coat and not getting any work done, she decided it might be better to go home and warm up before she caught a cold.
As she walked through the streets, shivering in the snow, she passed a small pub in a back road that she hadn't really taken notice of before. A hot cup of tea or coffee would be really nice now, she thought. Clara spun around on her heels and entered the pub, a wave of hot air blowing into her face. She still kept her coat on and approached the bar when she suddenly spotted her professor sitting on one of the bar stools in front of a glass of what looked like strong alcohol. At least she wasn't the only one having a bad day.
Clara considered leaving or finding a spot in the darkest corner of the pub so he wouldn't notice her but it was too late for that. Professor Doctor Smith, or the Doctor, had already seen her and was now waving at her to come closer. She approached him carefully.
“Miss. . . Oswald?” he asked uncertainly, his voice even raspier now.
Clara nodded.
“Listen, I'm sorry about earlier,” the Doctor said with a slight smile, clutching his drink in both hands, “Your grade is fine. Don't worry about it.”
She wasn't sure what to reply. Should she thank him for giving her a grade she obviously didn't deserve? Sit down? Leave?
“In fact, I gave everyone an A+. Couldn't be bothered with grading last night. Take it as a matriculation present.”
“Uhm, thanks,” Clara said hesitantly. He looked absolutely miserable. Should she ask him if he was okay? Other people's problems always seemed to distract her from her own, “Are you all right?”
The Doctor looked up from his glass and stared at her for a moment. The he proceeded to take of his glasses and rub his eyes as if tired.
“Do you want me to leave?” Clara asked. She wasn't really comfortable in this situation. The Doctor was such a strong presence, it intimidated her.
“No, no,” he shook his head, “Why don't you sit down?”
Clara unbuttoned her coat reluctantly and took the seat next to him, praying for a bartender to show up soon and save her from awkwardly sitting at the bar with nothing to hold on to.
“Do you want something to drink?” the Doctor asked her and she noticed his gaze wander over her figure. She nervously fiddled to close her coat again.
“Tea would be nice. I'm freezing,” she admitted.
The Doctor snorted and took a sip of his drink. “Scotch does a better job at warming you up, trust me. It's also very useful if you're having a really, really bad day.”
“Okay, I'll have one of those then.”
He waved at the waiter who immediately refilled his glass and also brought one for Clara. She took a sip carefully and made a grimace as the alcohol burned in her throat. But the Doctor was right, it was warming her up instantly.
“So, what screwed up your day?” he asked after a while.
Clara shrugged. She didn't really feel like talking about Danny. In fact, she had told no one at university so far, not even the two friends she had made. She was so sick of their stares, of everyone feeling sorry for her. She thought that maybe if no one knew about Danny and treated her like they would any other person she could get over it and forget.

結果 (中文) 1:

The library had been Clara's safe haven from the first day on. It was where she could retreat to when she felt close to tears and bury her nose in a book. Only today her haven appeared to be more of a fridge. The heating was out, which wouldn't have bothered her hadn't it been November. After spending several hours freezing despite her warm coat and not getting any work done, she decided it might be better to go home and warm up before she caught a cold.As she walked through the streets, shivering in the snow, she passed a small pub in a back road that she hadn't really taken notice of before. A hot cup of tea or coffee would be really nice now, she thought. Clara spun around on her heels and entered the pub, a wave of hot air blowing into her face. She still kept her coat on and approached the bar when she suddenly spotted her professor sitting on one of the bar stools in front of a glass of what looked like strong alcohol. At least she wasn't the only one having a bad day.Clara considered leaving or finding a spot in the darkest corner of the pub so he wouldn't notice her but it was too late for that. Professor Doctor Smith, or the Doctor, had already seen her and was now waving at her to come closer. She approached him carefully.“Miss. . . Oswald?” he asked uncertainly, his voice even raspier now.Clara nodded.“Listen, I'm sorry about earlier,” the Doctor said with a slight smile, clutching his drink in both hands, “Your grade is fine. Don't worry about it.”She wasn't sure what to reply. Should she thank him for giving her a grade she obviously didn't deserve? Sit down? Leave?“In fact, I gave everyone an A+. Couldn't be bothered with grading last night. Take it as a matriculation present.”“Uhm, thanks,” Clara said hesitantly. He looked absolutely miserable. Should she ask him if he was okay? Other people's problems always seemed to distract her from her own, “Are you all right?”The Doctor looked up from his glass and stared at her for a moment. The he proceeded to take of his glasses and rub his eyes as if tired.“Do you want me to leave?” Clara asked. She wasn't really comfortable in this situation. The Doctor was such a strong presence, it intimidated her.“No, no,” he shook his head, “Why don't you sit down?”Clara unbuttoned her coat reluctantly and took the seat next to him, praying for a bartender to show up soon and save her from awkwardly sitting at the bar with nothing to hold on to.“Do you want something to drink?” the Doctor asked her and she noticed his gaze wander over her figure. She nervously fiddled to close her coat again.“Tea would be nice. I'm freezing,” she admitted.The Doctor snorted and took a sip of his drink. “Scotch does a better job at warming you up, trust me. It's also very useful if you're having a really, really bad day.”“Okay, I'll have one of those then.”他挥手侍者领班斟满酒杯，也带来了一个用于克拉拉。她仔细地呷了一口，和作为酒精烧在她喉咙里做了个鬼脸。但医生是正确的它瞬间升温她。"所以，什么搞砸了你的一天？"他问后一段时间。克莱拉耸了耸肩。她真的不想谈论丹尼。事实上，她有没有告诉任何人在大学到目前为止，即使这两个朋友她了。她是如此厌倦了他们的眼神，每个人都为她感到难过。她想过也许如果没有人知道关于丹尼和对待她像他们将任何其他人，她能好起来，忘了。

結果 (中文) 3:

克拉拉的安全港从第一天就开始了。这是她可以撤退到当她感觉到眼泪和埋葬她的鼻子在一本书。只是今天，她似乎更是一个冰箱。暖气已经不在了，这就不会让她在十一月就不会被打扰了。她花了好几个小时的时间来冷冻，尽管她温暖的外套，并没有完成任何工作，她决定可能是更好地回家和温暖，在她感冒之前。当她穿过街道，在雪地里颤抖，她在一个小酒馆，在一个后面的路，她没有真正采取通知前。一杯热的茶或咖啡真的很好，她想。克拉拉穿上她的高跟鞋，走进酒吧，一股热气吹在她的脸上。她仍然保持着自己的外套在酒吧，当她突然发现她的教授坐在一个酒吧凳子前面的一个玻璃看起来像强酒精。至少她不是唯一一个有一个糟糕的一天。克拉拉认为离开或找到一个地点在黑暗的角落里，所以他不会注意到她，但为时已晚。教授史密斯医生，或医生，已经见过她了，现在是在向她招手过来。她小心地走近他。“小姐。..奥斯瓦尔德？“他不确定地问，他的声音甚至更现在。克拉拉点了点头。“听着，我很抱歉，”医生微笑着说：“你的分数是好的。别担心。”她不知道该怎么回答。她应该感谢他给了她一个明显不值得吗？坐下来吗？离开？“事实上，我给了每个人一个+。昨晚没能被人烦。把它当作一个预科的礼物。”“嗯，谢谢，”克拉拉犹豫着说。他看起来真的很惨。她应该问他，如果他是好的？其他人的问题似乎总是使她分心，“你还好吗？”“医生从玻璃上抬起头，盯着她看了一会儿。他开始戴上眼镜，眼睛仿佛累了似的。“你要我离开吗？克拉拉问。在这种情况下，她真的不舒服。医生是如此强烈的存在，使她感到害怕。“不，不，”他摇了摇头，“你为什么不坐下？“克拉拉解开她的大衣勉强坐到他身边，祈求一个调酒师很快显现，让她尴尬地坐在没有抓住吧。“你想喝点什么吗？医生问她，她注意到他的目光在她的身影上徘徊。她紧张地拨弄着再次接近她的外套。“茶是好的。“我很冷，”她承认。医生哼了一声，喝了一口饮料。“苏格兰在变暖你没有更好的工作，相信我。如果你有一个真的，真的糟糕的一天，它也非常有用。”“好吧，我有一个那一个。”他挥手示意服务员立刻把他的玻璃，也带来了一个给克拉拉。她喝了一小口仔细地做了个鬼脸的酒精在喉咙燃烧。但医生是正确的，这是立即升温。“那么，你一天搞砸了吗？“他问过一段时间。克拉拉耸了耸肩。她不想谈论丹尼。事实上，她在大学里已经告诉过任何一个人，甚至连她所做的2个朋友都没有。她对自己的眼神感到很不舒服，每个人都为她感到难过。她想，也许没有人知道丹尼和对待她一样的其他人她可以让它忘记。