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The Rainbow-虹(英文版)-第12章

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the gorse bushes shrinking from their presence; she stepped into
the heather as into a quickening bath that almost hurt。 Her
fingers moved over the clasped fingers of the child; she heard
the anxious voice of the baby; as it tried to make her talk;
distraught。

And she shrank away again; back into her darkness; and for a
long while remained blotted safely away from living。 But autumn
came with the faint red glimmer of robins singing; winter
darkened the moors; and almost savagely she turned again to
life; demanding her life back again; demanding that it should be
as it had been when she was a girl; on the land at home; under
the sky。 Snow lay in great expanses; the telegraph posts strode
over the white earth; away under the gloom of the sky。 And
savagely her desire rose in her again; demanding that this was
Poland; her youth; that all was her own again。

But there were no sledges nor bells; she did not see the
peasants ing out like new people; in their sheepskins and
their fresh; ruddy; bright faces; that seemed to bee new and
vivid when the snow lit up the ground。 It did not e to her;
the life of her youth; it did not e back。 There was a little
agony of struggle; then a relapse into the darkness of the
convent; where Satan and the devils raged round the walls; and
Christ was white on the cross of victory。

She watched from the sick…room the snow whirl past; like
flocks of shadows in haste; flying on some final mission out to
a leaden inalterable sea; beyond the final whiteness of the
curving shore; and the snow…speckled blackness of the rocks half
submerged。 But near at hand on the trees the snow was soft in
bloom。 Only the voice of the dying vicar spoke grey and
querulous from behind。

By the time the snowdrops were out; however; he was dead。 He
was dead。 But ity the returning woman
watched the snowdrops on the edge of the grass below; blown
white in the wind; but not to be blown away。 She watched them
fluttering and bobbing; the white; shut flowers; anchored by a
thread to the grey…green grass; yet never blown away; not
drifting with the wind。

As she rose in the morning; the dawn was beating up white;
gusts of light blown like a thin snowstorm from the east; blown
stronger and fiercer; till the rose appeared; and the gold; and
the sea lit up below。 She was impassive and indifferent。 Yet she
was outside the enclosure of darkness。

There passed a space of shadow again; the familiarity of
dread…worship; during which she was moved; oblivious; to
Cossethay。 There; at first; there was nothing……just grey
nothing。 But then one morning there was a light from the yellow
jasmine caught her; and after that; morning and evening; the
persistent ringing of thrushes from the shrubbery; till her
heart; beaten upon; was forced to lift up its voice in rivalry
and answer。 Little tunes came into her mind。 She was full of
trouble almost like anguish。 Resistant; she knew she was beaten;
and from fear of darkness turned to fear of light。 She would
have hidden herself indoors; if she could。 Above all; she craved
for the peace and heavy oblivion of her old state。 She could not
bear to e to; to realize。 The first pangs of this new
parturition were so acute; she knew she could not bear it。 She
would rather remain out of life; than be torn; mutilated into
this birth; which she could not survive。 She had not the
strength to e to life now; in England; so foreign; skies so
hostile。 She knew she would die like an early; colourless;
scentless flower that the end of the winter puts forth
mercilessly。 And she wanted to harbour her modicum of twinkling
life。

But a sunshiny day came full of the scent of a mezereon tree;
when bees were tumbling into the yellow crocuses; and she
forgot; she felt like somebody else; not herself; a new person;
quite glad。 But she knew it was fragile; and she dreaded it。 The
vicar put pea…flower into the crocuses; for his bees to roll in;
and she laughed。 Then night came; with brilliant stars that she
knew of old; from her girlhood。 And they flashed so bright; she
knew they were victors。

She could neither wake nor sleep。 As if crushed between the
past and the future; like a flower that es above…ground to
find a great stone lying above it; she was helpless。

The bewilderment and helplessness continued; she was
surrounded by great moving masses that must crush her。 And there
was no escape。 Save in the old obliviousness; the cold darkness
she strove to retain。 But the vicar showed her eggs in the
thrush's nest near the back door。 She saw herself the
mother…thrush upon the nest; and the way her wings were spread;
so eager down upon her secret。 The tense; eager; nesting wings
moved her beyond endurance。 She thought of them in the morning;
when she heard the thrush whistling as he got up; and she
thought; 〃Why didn't I die out there; why am I brought
here?〃

She was aware of people who passed around her; not as
persons; but as looming presences。 It was very difficult for her
to adjust herself。 In Poland; the peasantry; the people; had
been cattle to her; they had been her cattle that she owned and
used。 What were these people? Now she was ing awake; she was
lost。

But she had felt Brangwen go by almost as if he had brushed
her。 She had tingled in body as she had gone on up the road。
After she had been with him in the Marsh kitchen; the voice of
her body had risen strong and insistent。 Soon; she wanted him。
He was the man who had e nearest to her for her
awakening。

Always; however; between…whiles she lapsed into the old
unconsciousness; indifference and there was a will in her to
save herself from living any more。 But she would wake in the
morning one day and feel her blood running; feel herself lying
open like a flower unsheathed in the sun; insistent and potent
with demand。

She got to know him better; and her instinct fixed on
him……just on him。 Her impulse was strong against him;
because he was not of her own sort。 But one blind instinct led
her; to take him; to leave him; and then to relinquish herself
to him。 It would be safety。 She felt the rooted safety of him;
and the life in him。 Also he was young and very fresh。 The blue;
steady livingness of his eyes she enjoyed like morning。 He was
very young。

Then she lapsed again to stupor and indifference。 This;
however; was bound to pass。 The warmth flowed through her; she
felt herself opening; unfolding; asking; as a flower opens in
full request under the sun; as the beaks of tiny birds open
flat; to receive; to receive。 And unfolded she turned to him;
straight to him。 And he came; slowly; afraid; held back by
uncouth fear; and driven by a desire bigger than himself。

When she opened and turned to him; then all that had been and
all that was; was gone from her; she was as new as a flower that
unsheathes itself and stands always ready; waiting; receptive。
He could not understand this。 He forced himself; through lack of
understanding; to the adherence to the line of honourable
courtship and sanctioned; licensed marriage。 Therefore; after he
had gone to the vicarage and asked for her; she remained for
some days held in this one spell; open; receptive to him; before
him。 He was roused to chaos。 He spoke to the vicar and gave in
the banns。 Then he stood to wait。

She remained attentive and instinctively expectant before
him; unfolded; ready to receive him。 He could not act; because
of self…fear and because of his conception of honour towards
her。 So he remained in a state of chaos。

And after a few days; gradually she closed again; away from
him; was sheathed over; impervious to him; oblivious。 Then a
black; bottomless despair became real to him; he knew what he
had lost。 He felt he had lost it for good; he knew what it was
to have been in munication with her; and to be cast off
again。 In misery; his heart like a heavy stone; he went about
unliving。

Till gradually he became desperate; lost his understanding;
was plunged in a revolt that knew no bounds。 Inarticulate; he
moved with her at the Marsh in violent; gloomy; wordless
passion; almost in hatred of her。 Till gradually she became
aware of him; aware of herself with regard to him; her blood
stirred to life; she began to open towards him; to flow towards
him again。 He waited till the spell was between them again; till
they were together within one rushing; hastening flame。 And then
again he was bewildered; he was tied up as with cords; and could
not move to her。 So she came to him; and unfastened the breast
of his waistcoat and his shirt; and put her hand on him; needing
to know him。 For it was cruel to her; to be opened and offered
to him; yet not to know what he was; not even that he was there。
She gave herself to the hour; but he could not; and he bungled
in taking her。

So that he lived in suspense; as if only half his faculties
worked; until the wedding。 She did not understand。 But the
vagueness came over her again; and the days lapsed by。 He could
not get definitely into touch with her。 For the time being; she
let him go again。

He suffered very much from the thought of actual marriage;
the intimacy and nakedness of marriage。 He knew her so little。
They were so for

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