子浪小说

第33部分（第4页）

〃In　London。〃

〃And　was　my　father〃……she　spoke　of　him　as　if　he　were

merely　a　strange　name：　she　could　never　connect　herself　with

him……〃was　he　dark？〃

〃He　had　dark…brown　hair　and　dark　eyes　and　a　fresh　colouring。

He　went　bald；　rather　bald；　when　he　was　quite　young；〃　replied　her

mother；　also　as　if　telling　a　tale　which　was　just　old

imagination。

〃Was　he　good…looking？〃

〃Yes……he　was　very　good…looking……rather　small。　I

have　never　seen　an　Englishman　who　looked　like　him。〃

〃Why？〃

〃He　was〃……the　mother　made　a　quick；　running　movement　with

her　hands……〃his　figure　was　alive　and　changing……it　was

never　fixed。　He　was　not　in　the　least　steady……like　a　running

stream。〃

It　flashed　over　the　youth……Anna　too　was　like　a　running

stream。　Instantly　he　was　in　love　with　her　again。

Tom　Brangwen　was　frightened。　His　heart　always　filled　with

fear；　fear　of　the　unknown；　when　he　heard　his　women　speak　of

their　bygone　men　as　of　strangers　they　had　known　in　passing　and

had　taken　leave　of　again。

In　the　room；　there　came　a　silence　and　a　singleness　over　all

their　hearts。　They　were　separate　people　with　separate　destinies。

Why　should　they　seek　each　to　lay　violent　hands　of　claim　on　the

other？

The　young　people　went　home　as　a　sharp　little　moon　was　setting

in　the　dusk　of　spring。　Tufts　of　trees　hovered　in　the　upper　air；

the　little　church　pricked　up　shadowily　at　the　top　of　the　hill；

the　earth　was　a　dark　blue　shadow。

She　put　her　hand　lightly　on　his　arm；　out　of　her　far　distance。

And　out　of　the　distance；　he　felt　her　touch　him。　They　walked　on；

hand　in　hand；　along　opposite　horizons；　touching　across　the　dusk。

There　was　a　sound　of　thrushes　calling　in　the　dark　blue

twilight。

〃I　think　we　are　going　to　have　an　infant；　Bill；〃　she　said；

from　far　off。

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