子浪小说

第24部分（第3页）

not　count　his　work；　anybody　could　have　done　it。　What　had　he

known；　but　the　long；　marital　embrace　with　his　wife！　Curious；

that　this　was　what　his　life　amounted　to！　At　any　rate；　it　was

something；　it　was　eternal。　He　would　say　so　to　anybody；　and　be

proud　of　it。　He　lay　with　his　wife　in　his　arms；　and　she　was　still

his　fulfilment；　just　the　same　as　ever。　And　that　was　the　be…all

and　the　end…all。　Yes；　and　he　was　proud　of　it。

But　the　bitterness；　underneath；　that　there　still　remained　an

unsatisfied　Tom　Brangwen；　who　suffered　agony　because　a　girl

cared　nothing　for　him。　He　loved　his　sons……he　had　them　also。

But　it　was　the　further；　the　creative　life　with　the　girl；　he

wanted　as　well。　Oh；　and　he　was　ashamed。　He　trampled　himself　to

extinguish　himself。

What　weariness！　There　was　no　peace；　however　old　one　grew！　One

was　never　right；　never　decent；　never　master　of　oneself。　It　was

as　if　his　hope　had　been　in　the　girl。

Anna　quickly　lapsed　again　into　her　love　for　the　youth。　Will

Brangwen　had　fixed　his　marriage　for　the　Saturday　before

Christmas。　And　he　waited　for　her；　in　his　bright；　unquestioning

fashion；　until　then。　He　wanted　her；　she　was　his；　he　suspended

his　being　till　the　day　should　e。　The　wedding　day；　December

the　twenty…third；　had　e　into　being　for　him　as　an　absolute

thing。　He　lived　in　it。

He　did　not　count　the　days。　But　like　a　man　who　journeys　in　a

ship；　he　was　suspended　till　the　ing　to　port。

He　worked　at　his　carving；　he　worked　in　his　office；　he　came　to

see　her；　all　was　but　a　form　of　waiting；　without　thought　or

question。

She　was　much　more　alive。　She　wanted　to　enjoy　courtship。　He

seemed　to　e　and　go　like　the　wind；　without　asking　why　or

whither。　But　she　wanted　to　enjoy　his　presence。　For　her；　he　was

the　kernel　of　life；　to　touch　him　alone　was　bliss。　But　for　him；

she　was　the　essence　of　life。　She　existed　as　much　when　he　was　at

his　carving　in　his　lodging　in　Ilkeston；　as　when　she　sat　looking

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