WhenI come to his connection with Blanche Stroeve I am exasperated by thefragmentariness of the facts at my disposal. To give my story coherence Ishould describe the progress of their tragic union, but I know nothing of thethree months during which they lived together. I do not know how they got on orwhat they talked about. After all, there are twenty-four hours in the day, andthe summits of emotion can only be reached at rare intervals. I can onlyimagine how they passed the rest of the time. While the light lasted and solong as Blanche's strength endured, I suppose that Strickland painted, and itmust have irritated her when she saw him absorbed in his work. As a mistressshe did not then exist for him, but only as a model; and then there were long hoursin which they lived side by side in silence. It must have frightened her. WhenStrickland suggested that in her surrender to him there was a sense of triumphover Dirk Stroeve, because he had come to her help in her extremity, he openedthe door to many a dark conjecture. I hope it was not true. It seems to merather horrible. But who can fathom the subtleties of the human heart?Certainly not those who expect from it only decorous sentiments and normalemotions. When Blanche saw that, notwithstanding his moments of passion,Strickland remained aloof, she must have been filled with dismay, and even inthose moments I surmise that she realised that to him she was not anindividual, but an instrument of pleasure; he was a stranger still, and shetried to bind him to herself with pathetic arts. She strove to ensnare him withcomfort and would not see that comfort meant nothing to him. She was at painsto get him the things to eat that he liked, and would not see that he wasindifferent to food. She was afraid to leave him alone. She pursued him withattentions, and when his passion was dormant sought to excite it, for then atleast she had the illusion of holding him. Perhaps she knew with herintelligence that the chains she forged only aroused his instinct ofdestruction, as the plate-glass window makes your fingers itch for half abrick; but her heart, incapable of reason, made her continue on a course sheknew was fatal. She must have been very unhappy. But the blindness of love ledher to believe what she wanted to be true, and her love was so great that itseemed impossible to her that it should not in return awake an equal love.
上面，这一句Shewas at pains to get him the things to eat that he liked, and would not see thathe was indifferent to food. 中出现的would not 是情态动词想，不想的意思吧？
就是依据语境，应该是：她不想看到他对食物不有兴趣。 可是书上将这里的would not翻译成了她将看不到...是错的吧？
你的理解正确。
