小说园

第10部分（第3页）

so　eager　down　upon　her　secret。　The　tense；　eager；　nesting　wings

moved　her　beyond　endurance。　She　thought　of　them　in　the　morning；

when　she　heard　the　thrush　whistling　as　he　got　up；　and　she

thought；　〃Why　didnt　I　die　out　there；　why　am　I　brought

here？〃

She　was　aware　of　people　who　passed　around　her；　not　as

persons；　but　as　looming　presences。　It　was　very　difficult　for　her

to　adjust　herself。　In　Poland；　the　peasantry；　the　people；　had

been　cattle　to　her；　they　had　been　her　cattle　that　she　owned　and

used。　What　were　these　people？　Now　she　was　ing　awake；　she　was

lost。

But　she　had　felt　Brangwen　go　by　almost　as　if　he　had　brushed

her。　She　had　tingled　in　body　as　she　had　gone　on　up　the　road。

After　she　had　been　with　him　in　the　Marsh　kitchen；　the　voice　of

her　body　had　risen　strong　and　insistent。　Soon；　she　wanted　him。

He　was　the　man　who　had　e　nearest　to　her　for　her

awakening。

Always；　however；　between…whiles　she　lapsed　into　the　old

unconsciousness；　indifference　and　there　was　a　will　in　her　to

save　herself　from　living　any　more。　But　she　would　wake　in　the

morning　one　day　and　feel　her　blood　running；　feel　herself　lying

open　like　a　flower　unsheathed　in　the　sun；　insistent　and　potent

with　demand。

She　got　to　know　him　better；　and　her　instinct　fixed　on

him……just　on　him。　Her　impulse　was　strong　against　him；

because　he　was　not　of　her　own　sort。　But　one　blind　instinct　led

her；　to　take　him；　to　leave　him；　and　then　to　relinquish　herself

to　him。　It　would　be　safety。　She　felt　the　rooted　safety　of　him；

and　the　life　in　him。　Also　he　was　young　and　very　fresh。　The　blue；

steady　livingness　of　his　eyes　she　enjoyed　like　morning。　He　was

very　young。

Then　she　lapsed　again　to　stupor　and　indifference。　This；

however；　was　bound　to　pass。　The　warmth　flowed　through　her；　she

felt　herself　opening；　unfolding；　asking；　as　a　flower　opens　in

full　request　under　the　sun；　as　the　beaks　of　tiny　birds　open

flat；　to　receive；　to　receive。　And　unfolded　she　turned　to　him；

straight　to　him。　And　he　came；　slowly；　afraid；　held　back　by

uncouth　fear；　and　driven　by　a　desire　bigger　than　himself。

When　she　opened　and　turned　to　him；　then　all　that　had　been　and

all　that　was；　was　gone　from　her；　she　was　as　new　as　a　flower　that