小说园

第94部分（第1页）

creation。　She　was　glad　that　this　lay　within　the　scope　of　that

vaster　power　in　which　she　rested　at　last。　The　man　would　e　out

of　Eternity　to　which　she　herself　belonged。

As　she　grew　better；　she　sat　to　watch　a　new　creation。　As　she

sat　at　her　window；　she　saw　the　people　go　by　in　the　street　below；

colliers；　women；　children；　walking　each　in　the　husk　of　an　old

fruition；　but　visible　through　the　husk；　the　swelling　and　the

heaving　contour　of　the　new　germination。　In　the　still；　silenced

forms　of　the　colliers　she　saw　a　sort　of　suspense；　a　waiting　in

pain　for　the　new　liberation；　she　saw　the　same　in　the　false　hard

confidence　of　the　women。　The　confidence　of　the　women　was

brittle。　It　would　break　quickly　to　reveal　the　strength　and

patient　effort　of　the　new　germination。

In　everything　she　saw　she　grasped　and　groped　to　find　the

creation　of　the　living　God；　instead　of　the　old；　hard　barren　form

of　bygone　living。　Sometimes　great　terror　possessed　her。

Sometimes　she　lost　touch；　she　lost　her　feeling；　she　could　only

know　the　old　horror　of　the　husk　which　bound　in　her　and　all

mankind。　They　were　all　in　prison；　they　were　all　going　mad。

She　saw　the　stiffened　bodies　of　the　colliers；　which　seemed

already　enclosed　in　a　coffin；　she　saw　their　unchanging　eyes；　the

eyes　of　those　who　are　buried　alive：　she　saw　the　hard；　cutting

edges　of　the　new　houses；　which　seemed　to　spread　over　the

hillside　in　their　insentient　triumph；　the　triumph　of　horrible；

amorphous　angles　and　straight　lines；　the　expression　of

corruption　triumphant　and　unopposed；　corruption　so　pure　that　it

is　hard　and　brittle：　she　saw　the　dun　atmosphere　over　the

blackened　hills　opposite；　the　dark　blotches　of　houses；　slate

roofed　and　amorphous；　the　old　church…tower　standing　up　in

hideous　obsoleteness　above　raw　new　houses　on　the　crest　of　the

hill；　the　amorphous；　brittle；　hard　edged　new　houses　advancing