小说园

第21部分（第3页）

glass？

He　talked　of　Gothic　and　Renaissance　and　Perpendicular；　and

Early　English　and　Norman。　The　words　thrilled　her。

〃Have　you　been　to　Southwell？〃　he　said。　〃I　was　there　at　twelve

oclock　at　midday；　eating　my　lunch　in　the　churchyard。　And　the

bells　played　a　hymn。

〃Ay；　its　a　fine　Minster；　Southwell；　heavy。　Its　got　heavy；

round　arches；　rather　low；　on　thick　pillars。　Its　grand；　the　way

those　arches　travel　forward。

〃Theres　a　sedilia　as　well……pretty。　But　I　like　the　main

body　of　the　church……and　that　north　porch……〃

He　was　very　much　excited　and　filled　with　himself　that

afternoon。　A　flame　kindled　round　him；　making　his　experience

passionate　and　glowing；　burningly　real。

His　uncle　listened　with　twinkling　eyes；　half…moved。　His　aunt

bent　forward　her　dark　face；　half…moved；　but　held　by　other

knowledge。　Anna　went　with　him。

He　returned　to　his　lodging　at　night　treading　quick；　his　eyes

glittering；　and　his　face　shining　darkly　as　if　he　came　from　some

passionate；　vital　tryst。

The　glow　remained　in　him；　the　fire　burned；　his　heart　was

fierce　like　a　sun。　He　enjoyed　his　unknown　life　and　his　own　self。

And　he　was　ready　to　go　back　to　the　Marsh。

Without　knowing　it；　Anna　was　wanting　him　to　e。　In　him　she

had　escaped。　In　him　the　bounds　of　her　experience　were

transgressed：　he　was　the　hole　in　the　wall；　beyond　which　the

sunshine　blazed　on　an　outside　world。

He　came。　Sometimes；　not　often；　but　sometimes；　talking　again；

there　recurred　the　strange；　remote　reality　which　carried

everything　before　it。　Sometimes；　he　talked　of　his　father；　whom

he　hated　with　a　hatred　that　was　burningly　close　to　love；　of　his

mother；　whom　he　loved；　with　a　love　that　was　keenly　close　to

hatred；　or　to　revolt。　His　sentences　were　clumsy；　he　was　only

half　articulate。　But　he　had　the　wonderful　voice；　that　could　ring

its　vibration　through　the　girls　soul；　transport　her　into　his