子浪小说

第40部分（第5页）

sat　on　his　knee　and　he　unfastened　her　clothes。　And　he　seemed　to

be　talking　really　of　momentous　things；　deep　moralities。　Then

suddenly　she　ceased　to　hear；　having　caught　sight　of　a　glassie

rolled　into　a　corner。　She　slipped　away；　and　was　in　no　hurry　to

return。

〃e　back　here；〃　he　said；　waiting。　She　became　absorbed；

taking　no　notice。

〃e　on；〃　he　repeated；　with　a　touch　of　mand。

An　excited　little　chuckle　came　from　her；　but　she　pretended　to

be　absorbed。

〃Do　you　hear；　Milady？〃

She　turned　with　a　fleeting；　exulting　laugh。　He　rushed　on　her；

and　swept　her　up。

〃Who　was　it　that　didnt　e！〃　he　said；　rolling　her　between

his　strong　hands；　tickling　her。　And　she　laughed　heartily；

heartily。　She　loved　him　that　he　pelled　her　with　his　strength

and　decision。　He　was　all…powerful；　the　tower　of　strength　which

rose　out　of　her　sight。

When　the　children　were　in　bed；　sometimes　Anna　and　he　sat　and

talked；　desultorily；　both　of　them　idle。　He　read　very　little。

Anything　he　was　drawn　to　read　became　a　burning　reality　to　him；

another　scene　outside　his　window。　Whereas　Anna　skimmed　through　a

book　to　see　what　happened；　then　she　had　enough。

Therefore　they　would　often　sit　together；　talking　desultorily。

What　was　really　between　them　they　could　not　utter。　Their　words

were　only　accidents　in　the　mutual　silence。　When　they　talked；

they　gossiped。　She　did　not　care　for　sewing。

She　had　a　beautiful　way　of　sitting　musing；　gratefully；　as　if

her　heart　were　lit　up。　Sometimes　she　would　turn　to　him；

laughing；　to　tell　him　some　little　thing　that　had　happened　during

the　day。　Then　he　would　laugh；　they　would　talk　awhile；　before　the

vital；　physical　silence　was　between　them　again。

She　was　thin　but　full　of　colour　and　life。　She　was　perfectly

happy　to　do　just　nothing；　only　to　sit　with　a　curious；　languid

dignity；　so　careless　as　to　be　almost　regal；　so　utterly

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