小说园

第79部分（第4页）

passionately；　because　she　was　going　away　now。　She　wandered　about

to　her　favourite　spots。　There　was　a　place　where　she　went

trespassing　to　find　the　snowdrops　that　grew　wild。　It　was　evening

and　the　winter…darkened　meadows　were　full　of　mystery。　When　she

came　to　the　woods　an　oak　tree　had　been　newly　chopped　down　in　the

dell。　Pale　drops　of　flowers　glimmered　many　under　the　hazels；　and

by　the　sharp；　golden　splinters　of　wood　that　were　splashed　about；

the　grey…green　blades　of　snowdrop　leaves　pricked　unheeding；　the

drooping　still　little　flowers　were　without　heed。

Ursula　picked　some　lovingly；　in　an　ecstasy。　The　golden　chips

of　wood　shone　yellow　like　sunlight；　the　snowdrops　in　the

twilight　were　like　the　first　stars　of　night。　And　she；　alone

amongst　them；　was　wildly　happy　to　have　found　her　way　into　such　a

glimmering　dusk；　to　the　intimate　little　flowers；　and　the　splash

of　wood　chips　like　sunshine　over　the　twilight　of　the　ground。　She

sat　down　on　the　felled　tree　and　remained　awhile　remote。

Going　home；　she　left　the　purplish　dark　of　the　trees　for　the

open　lane；　where　the　puddles　shone　long　and　jewel…like　in　the

ruts；　the　land　about　her　was　darkened；　and　the　sky　a　jewel

overhead。　Oh；　how　amazing　it　was　to　her！　It　was　almost　too　much。

She　wanted　to　run；　and　sing；　and　cry　out　for　very　wildness　and

poignancy；　but　she　could　not　run　and　sing　and　cry　out　in　such　a

way　as　to　cry　out　the　deep　things　in　her　heart；　so　she　was

still；　and　almost　sad　with　loneliness。

At　Easter　she　went　again　to　Maggies　home；　for　a　few　days。

She　was；　however　shy　and　fugitive。　She　saw　Anthony；　how

suggestive　he　was　to　look　on；　and　how　his　eyes　had　a　sort　of

supplicating　light；　that　was　rather　beautiful。　She　looked　at

him；　and　she　looked　again；　for　him　to　bee　real　to　her。　But　it

was　her　own　self　that　was　occupied　elsewhere。　She　seemed　to　have

some　other　being。

And　she　turned　to　spring　and　the　opening　buds。　There　was　a

large　pear　tree　by　a　wall；　and　it　was　full；　thronged　with　tiny；

grey…green　buds；　myriads。　She　stood　before　it　arrested　with

delight；　and　a　realization　went　deep　into　her　heart。　There　was

so　great　a　host　in　array　behind　the　cloud　of　pale；　dim　green；　so

much　to　e　forth……so　much　sunshine　to　pour　down。

So　the　weeks　passed　on；　trance…like　and　pregnant。　The　pear

tree　at　Cossethay　burst　into　bloom　against　the　cottage…end；　like

a　wave　burst　into　foam。　Then　gradually　the　bluebells　came；　blue