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第47部分（第6页）

frightened。　She　never　forgot　to　look　for　the　bestial；

frightening　side　of　him；　after　this。

He　said　〃Good…bye〃　to　his　mother　and　went　away　at　once。

Ursula　almost　shrank　from　his　kiss；　now。　She　wanted　it；

nevertheless；　and　the　little　revulsion　as　well。

At　the　funeral；　and　after　the　funeral；　Will　Brangwen　was

madly　in　love　with　his　wife。　The　death　had　shaken　him。　But　death

and　all　seemed　to　gather　in　him　into　a　mad；　over…whelming

passion　for　his　wife。　She　seemed　so　strange　and　winsome。　He　was

almost　beside　himself　with　desire　for　her。

And　she　took　him；　she　seemed　ready　for　him；　she　wanted

him。

The　grandmother　stayed　a　while　at　the　Yew　Cottage；　till　the

Marsh　was　restored。　Then　she　returned　to　her　own　rooms；　quiet；

and　it　seemed；　wanting　nothing。　Fred　threw　himself　into　the　work

of　restoring　the　farm。　That　his　father　was　killed　there；　seemed

to　make　it　only　the　more　intimate　and　the　more　inevitably　his

own　place。

There　was　a　saying　that　the　Brangwens　always　died　a　violent

death。　To　them　all；　except　perhaps　Tom；　it　seemed　almost

natural。　Yet　Fred　went　about　obstinate；　his　heart　fixed。　He

could　never　forgive　the　Unknown　this　murder　of　his　father。

After　the　death　of　the　father；　the　Marsh　rs。

Brangwen　was　unsettled。　She　could　not　sit　all　the　evening

peacefully；　as　she　could　before；　and　during　the　day　she　was

always　rising　to　her　feet　and　hesitating；　as　if　she　must　go

somewhere；　and　were　not　quite　sure　whither。

She　was　seen　loitering　about　the　garden；　in　her　little

woollen　jacket。　She　was　often　driven　out　in　the　gig；　sitting

beside　her　son　and　watching　the　countryside　or　the　streets　of

the　town；　with　a　childish；　candid；　uncanny　face；　as　if　it　all

were　strange　to　her。

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