子浪小说

第81部分（第3页）

cloistered　quiet　of　the　college　began　to　close　around　her。

She　was　not　at　first　disappointed。　The　big　college　built　of

stone；　standing　in　the　quiet　street；　with　a　rim　of　grass　and

lime　trees　all　so　peaceful：　she　felt　it　remote；　a　magic　land。

Its　architecture　was　foolish；　she　knew　from　her　father。　Still；

it　was　different　from　that　of　all　other　buildings。　Its　rather

pretty；　plaything；　Gothic　form　was　almost　a　style；　in　the　dirty

industrial　town。

She　liked　the　hall；　with　its　big　stone　chimney…piece　and　its

Gothic　arches　supporting　the　balcony　above。　To　be　sure　the

arches　were　ugly；　the　chimney…piece　of　cardboard…like　carved

stone；　with　its　armorial　decoration；　looked　silly　just　opposite

the　bicycle　stand　and　the　radiator；　whilst　the　great

notice…board　with　its　fluttering　papers　seemed　to　slam　away　all

sense　of　retreat　and　mystery　from　the　far　wall。　Nevertheless；

amorphous　as　it　might　be；　there　was　in　it　a　reminiscence　of　the

wondrous；　cloistral　origin　of　education。　Her　soul　flew　straight

back　to　the　medieval　times；　when　the　monks　of　God　held　the

learning　of　men　and　imparted　it　within　the　shadow　of　religion。

In　this　spirit　she　entered　college。

The　harshness　and　vulgarity　of　the　lobbies　and　cloak…rooms

hurt　her　at　first。　Why　was　it　not　all　beautiful？　But　she　could

not　openly　admit　her　criticism。　She　was　on　holy　ground。

She　wanted　all　the　students　to　have　a　high；　pure　spirit；　she

wanted　them　to　say　only　the　real；　genuine　things；　she　wanted

their　faces　to　be　still　and　luminous　as　the　nuns　and　the　monks

faces。

Alas；　the　girls　chattered　and　giggled　and　were　nervous；　they

were　dressed　up　and　frizzed；　the　men　looked　mean　and

clownish。

Still；　it　was　lovely　to　pass　along　the　corridor　with　ones

books　in　ones　hands；　to　push　the　swinging；　glass…panelled　door；

and　enter　the　big　room　where　the　first　lecture　would　be　given。

The　windows　were　large　and　lofty；　the　myriad　brown　students

desks　stood　waiting；　the　great　blackboard　was　smooth　behind　the

rostrum。

Ursula　sat　beside　her　window；　rather　far　back。　Looking　down；

she　saw　the　lime　trees　turning　yellow；　the　tradesmans　boy

passing　silent　down　the　still；　autumn…sunny　street。　There　was

the　world；　remote；　remote。

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