小说园

第85部分（第3页）

instinctive　economy；　they　went　to　the　end　of　each　kiss；　each

embrace；　each　pleasure　in　intimate　contact；　knowing

subconsciously　that　the　last　was　ing。　It　was　to　be　their

final　entry　into　the　source　of　creation。

She　took　him　home；　and　he　stayed　a　week…end　at　Beldover　with

her　family。　She　loved　having　him　in　the　house。　Strange　how　he

seemed　to　e　into　the　atmosphere　of　her　family；　with　his

laughing；　insidious　grace。　They　all　loved　him；　he　was　kin　to

them。　His　raillery；　his　warm；　voluptuous　mocking　presence　was

meat　and　joy　to　the　Brangwen　household。　For　this　house　was

always　quivering　with　darkness；　they　put　off　their　puppet　form

when　they　came　home；　to　lie　and　drowse　in　the　sun。

There　was　a　sense　of　freedom　amongst　them　all；　of　the

undercurrent　of　darkness　among　them　all。　Yet　here；　at　home；

Ursula　resented　it。　It　became　distasteful　to　her。　And　she　knew

that　if　they　understood　the　real　relationship　between　her　and

Skrebensky；　her　parents；　her　father　in　particular；　would　go　mad

with　rage。　So　subtly；　she　seemed　to　be　like　any　other　girl　who

is　more　or　less　courted　by　a　man。　And　she　was　like　any　other

girl。　But　in　her；　the　antagonism　to　the　social　imposition　was

for　the　time　plete　and　final。

She　waited；　every　moment　of　the　day；　for　his　next　kiss。　She

admitted　it　to　herself　in　shame　and　bliss。　Almost　consciously；

she　waited。　He　waited；　but；　until　the　time　came；　more

unconsciously。　When　the　time　came　that　he　should　kiss　her　again；

a　prevention　was　an　annihilation　to　him。　He　felt　his　flesh　go

grey；　he　was　heavy　with　a　corpse…like　inanition；　he　did　not

exist；　if　the　time　passed　unfulfilled。

He　came　to　her　finally　in　a　superb　consummation。　It　was　very

dark；　and　again　a　windy；　heavy　night。　They　had　e　down　the

lane　towards　Beldover；　down　to　the　valley。　They　were　at　the　end

of　their　kisses；　and　there　was　the　silence　between　them。　They

stood　as　at　the　edge　of　a　cliff；　with　a　great　darkness

beneath。

ing　out　of　the　lane　along　the　darkness；　with　the　dark

space　spreading　down　to　the　wind；　and　the　twinkling　lights　of

the　station　below；　the　far…off　windy　chuff　of　a　shunting　train；

the　tiny　clink…clink…clink　of　the　wagons　blown　between　the　wind；

the　light　of　Beldover…edge　twinkling　upon　the　blackness　of　the

hill　opposite；　the　glow　of　the　furnaces　along　the　railway　to　the