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第8部分(第2页)

Then there came the childs high; plaining; yet imperative

voice:

〃Dont sing that stuff; mother; I dont want to hear it。〃

The singing died away。

〃You will go to bed;〃 said the mother。

He saw the clinging protest of the child; the unmoved

farawayness of the mother; the clinging; grasping effort of the

child。 Then suddenly the clear childish challenge:

〃I want you to tell me a story。〃

The wind blew; the story began; the child nestled against the

mother; Brangwen waited outside; suspended; looking at the wild

waving of the trees in the wind and the gathering darkness。 He

had his fate to follow; he lingered there at the threshold。

The child crouched distinct and motionless; curled in against

her mother; the eyes dark and unblinking among the keen wisps of

hair; like a curled…up animal asleep but for the eyes。 The

mother sat as if in shadow; the story went on as if by itself。

Brangwen stood outside seeing the night fall。 He did not notice

the passage of time。 The hand that held the daffodils was fixed

and cold。

The story came to an end; the mother rose at last; with the

child clinging round her neck。 She must be strong; to carry so

large a child so easily。 The little Anna clung round her

mothers neck。 The fair; strange face of the child looked over

the shoulder of the mother; all asleep but the eyes; and these;

wide and dark; kept up the resistance and the fight with

something unseen。

When they were gone; Brangwen stirred for the first time from

the place where he stood; and looked round at the night。 He

wished it were really as beautiful and familiar as it seemed in

these few moments of release。 Along with the child; he felt a

curious strain on him; a suffering; like a fate。

The mother came down again; and began folding the childs

clothes。 He knocked。 She opened wondering; a little bit at bay;

like a foreigner; uneasy。

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