子浪小说

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intelligible　to　me；　for　it　was　in　an　unknown　tongue—neither　French　nor　Latin。　Whether　it　were　Greek　or　German　I　could　not　tell。

“That　is　strong；”　she　said；　when　she　had　finished：　“I　relish　it。”　The　other　girl；　who　had　lifted　her　head　to　listen　to　her　sister；　repeated；　while　she　gazed　at　the　fire；　a　line　of　what　had　been　read。　At　a　later　day；　I　knew　the　language　and　the　book；　therefore；　I　will　here　quote　the　line：　though；　when　I　first　heard　it；　it　was　only　like　a　stroke　on　sounding　brass　to　me—conveying　no　meaning：—

“‘Da　trat　hervor　Einer；　anzusehen　wie　die　Sternen　Nacht。’　Good！　good！”　she　exclaimed；　while　her　dark　and　deep　eye　sparkled。　“There　you　have　a　dim　and　mighty　archangel　fitly　set　before　you！　The　line　is　worth　a　hundred　pages　of　fustian。　‘Ich　wage　die　Gedanken　in　der　Schale　meines　Zornes　und　die　Werke　mit　dem　Gewichte　meines　Grimms。’　I　like　it！”

Both　were　again　silent。

“Is　there　ony　country　where　they　talk　i’　that　way？”　asked　the　old　woman；　looking　up　from　her　knitting。

“Yes；　Hannah—a　far　larger　country　than　England；　where　they　talk　in　no　other　way。”

“Well；　for　sure　case；　I　knawn’t　how　they　can　understand　t’　one　t’other：　and　if　either　o’　ye　went　there；　ye　could　tell　what　they　said；　I　guess？”

“We　could　probably　tell　something　of　what　they　said；　but　not　all—　for　we　are　not　as　clever　as　you　think　us；　Hannah。　We　don’t　speak　German；　and　we　cannot　read　it　without　a　dictionary　to　help　us。”

“And　what　good　does　it　do　you？”

“We　mean　to　teach　it　some　time—or　at　least　the　elements；　as　they　say；　and　then　we　shall　get　more　money　than　we　do　now。”

“Varry　like：　but　give　ower　studying；　ye’ve　done　enough　for　to…　night。”

“I　think　we　have：　at　least　I’m　tired。　Mary；　are　you？”

“Mortally：　after　all；　it’s　tough　work　fagging　away　at　a　language　with　no　master　but　a　lexicon。”

“It　is；　especially　such　a　language　as　this　crabbed　but　glorious　Deutsch。　I　wonder　when　St。　John　will　e　home。”

“Surely　he　will　not　be　long　now：　it　is　just　ten　（looking　at　a　little　gold　watch　she　drew　from　her　girdle）。　It　rains　fast；　Hannah：　will　you　have　the　goodness　to　look　at　the　fire　in　the　parlour？”

The　woman　rose：　she　opened　a　door；　through　which　I　dimly　saw　a　passage：　soon　I　heard　her　stir　a　fire　in　an　inner　room；　she　presently　came　back。

“Ah；　childer！”　said　she；　“it　fair　troubles　me　to　go　into　yond’　room　now：　it　looks　so　lonesome　wi’　the　chair　empty　and　set　back　in　a　corner。”

She　wiped　her　eyes　with　her　apron：　the　two　girls；　grave　before；　looked　sad　now。

“But　he　is　in　a　better　place；”　continued　Hannah：　“we　shouldn’t　wish　him　here　again。　And　then；　nobody　need　to　have　a　quieter　death　nor　he　had。”

“You　say　he　never　mentioned　us？”　inquired　one　of　the　ladies。

“He　hadn’t　time；　bairn：　he　was　gone　in　a　minute；　was　your　father。　He　had　been　a　bit　ailing　like　the　day　before；　but　naught　to　signify；　and　when　Mr。　St。　John　asked　if　he　would　like　either　o’　ye　to　be　sent　for；　he　fair　laughed　at　him。　He　began　again　with　a　bit　of　a　heaviness　in　his　head　the　next　day—that　is；　a　fortnight　sin’—and　he　went　to　sleep　and　niver　wakened：　he　wor　a’most　stark　when　your　brother　went　into　t’　chamber　and　fand　him。　Ah；　childer！　that’s　t’　last　o’　t’　old　stock—for　ye　and　Mr。　St。　John　is　like　of　different　soart　to　them　‘at’s　gone；　for　all　your　mother　wor　mich　i’　your　way；　and　a’most　as　book…learned。　She　wor　the　pictur’　o’　ye；　Mary：　Diana　is　more　like　your　father。”

I　thought　them　so　similar　I　could　not　tell　where　the　old　servant　（for　such　I　now　concluded　her　to　be）　saw　the　difference。　Both　were　fair　plexioned　and　slenderly　made；　both　possessed　faces　full　of　distinction　and　intelligence。　One；　to　be　sure；　had　hair　a　shade　darker　than　the　other；　and　there　was　a　difference　in　their　style　of　wearing　it；　Mary’s　pale　brown　locks　were　parted　and　braided　smooth：　Diana’s　duskier　tresses　covered　her　neck　with　thick　curls。　The　clock　struck　ten。

“Ye’ll　want　your　supper；　I　am　sure；”　observed　Hannah；　“and　so　will　Mr。　St。　John　when　he　es　in。”

And　she　proceeded　to　prepare　the　meal。　The　ladies　rose；　they　seemed　about　to　withdraw　to　the　parlour。　Till　this　moment；　I　had　been　so　intent　on　watching　them；　their　appearance　and　conversation　had　excited　in　me　so　keen　an　interest；　I　had　half…forgotten　my　own　wretched　position：　now　it　recurred　to　me。　More　desolate；　more　desperate　than　ever；　it　seemed　from　contrast。　And　how　impossible　did　it　appear　to　touch　the　inmates　of　this　house　with　concern　on　my　behalf；　to　make　them　believe　in　the　truth　of　my　wants　and　woes—to　induce　them　to　vouchsafe　a　rest　for　my　wanderings！　As　I　groped　out　the　door；　and　knocked　at　it　hesitatingly；　I　felt　that　last　idea　to　be　a　mere　chimera。　Hannah　opened。

“What　do　you　want？”　she　inquired；　in　a　voice　of　surprise；　as　she　surveyed　me　by　the　light　of　the　candle　she　held。

“May　I　speak　to　your　mistresses？”　I　said。

“You　had　better　tell　me　what　you　have　to　say　to　them。　Where　do　you　e　from？”

“I　am　a　stranger。”

“What　is　your　business　here　at　this　hour？”

“I　want　a　night’s　shelter　in　an　out…house　or　anywhere；　and　a　morsel　of　bread　to　eat。”

Distrust；　the　very　feeling　I　dreaded；　appeared　in　Hannah’s　face。　“I’ll　give　you　a　piece　of　bread；”　she　said；　after　a　pause；　“but　we　can’t　take　in　a　vagrant　to　lodge。　It　isn’t　likely。”

“Do　let　me　speak　to　your　mistresses。”

“No；　not　I。　What　can　they　do　for　you？　You　should　not　be　roving　about　now；　it　looks　very　ill。”

“But　where　shall　I　go　if　you　drive　me　away？　What　shall　I　do？”

“Oh；　I’ll　warrant　you　know　where　to　go　and　what　to　do。　Mind　you　don’t　do　wrong；　that’s　all。　Here　is　a　penny；　now　go—”

“A　penny　cannot　feed　me；　and　I　have　no　strength　to　go　farther。　Don’t　shut　the　door：…　oh；　don’t；　for　God’s　sake！”

“I　must；　the　rain　is　driving　in—”

“Tell　the　young　ladies。　Let　me　see　them…　”

“Indeed；　I　will　not。　You　are　not　what　you　ought　to　be；　or　you　wouldn’t　make　such　a　noise。　Move　off。”

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