robert falconer-第95部分
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Moans came from the bed; but the candle in a bottle; by which the
woman was reading; was so placed that we could not see the sufferer。
We stood still and did not interrupt the reading。
'Ha! ha! ha!' laughed a coarse voice from the side of the chimney:
'the saint; you see; was no better than some of the rest of us!'
'I think he was a good deal worse just then;' said Falconer;
stepping forward。
'Gracious! there's Mr。 Falconer;' said another woman; rising; and
speaking in a flattering tone。
'Then;' remarked the former speaker; 'there's a chance for old Moll
and me yet。 King David was a saint; wasn't he? Ha! ha!'
'Yes; and you might be one too; if you were as sorry for your faults
as he was for his。'
'Sorry; indeed! I'll be damned if I be sorry。 What have I to be
sorry for? Where's the harm in turning an honest penny? I ha' took
no man's wife; nor murdered himself neither。 There's yer saints!
He was a rum 'un。 Ha! ha!'
Falconer approached her; bent down and whispered something no one
could hear but herself。 She gave a smothered cry; and was silent。
'Give me the book;' he said; turning towards the bed。 'I'll read you
something better than that。 I'll read about some one that never did
anything wrong。'
'I don't believe there never was no sich a man;' said the previous
reader; as she handed him the book; grudgingly。
'Not Jesus Christ himself?' said Falconer。
'Oh! I didn't know as you meant him。'
'Of course I meant him。 There never was another。'
'I have heard tellp'raps it was yourself; siras how he didn't
come down upon us over hard after all; bless him!'
Falconer sat down on the side of the bed; and read the story of
Simon the Pharisee and the woman that was a sinner。 When he ceased;
the silence that followed was broken by a sob from somewhere in the
room。 The sick woman stopped her moaning; and said;
'Turn down the leaf there; please; sir。 Lilywhite will read it to
me when you're gone。'
The some one sobbed again。 It was a young slender girl; with a face
disfigured by the small…pox; and; save for the tearful look it wore;
poor and expressionless。 Falconer said something gentle to her。
'Will he ever come again?' she sobbed。
'Who?' asked Falconer。
'HimJesus Christ。 I've heard tell; I think; that he was to come
again some day。'
'Why do you ask?'
'Because' she said; with a fresh burst of tears; which rendered
the words that followed unintelligible。 But she recovered herself
in a few moments; and; as if finishing her sentence; put her hand up
to her poor; thin; colourless hair; and said;
'My hair ain't long enough to wipe his feet。'
'Do you know what he would say to you; my girl?' Falconer asked。
'No。 What would he say to me? He would speak to me; would he?'
'He would say: Thy sins are forgiven thee。'
'Would he; though? Would he?' she cried; starting up。 'Take me to
himtake me to him。 Oh! I forgot。 He's dead。 But he will come
again; won't he? He was crucified four times; you know; and he must
ha' come four times for that。 Would they crucify him again; sir?'
'No; they wouldn't crucify him nowin England at least。 They would
only laugh at him; shake their heads at what he told them; as much
as to say it wasn't true; and sneer and mock at him in some of the
newspapers。'
'Oh dear! I've been very wicked。'
'But you won't be so any more。'
'No; no; no。 I won't; I won't; I won't。'
She talked hurriedly; almost wildly。 The coarse old woman tapped
her forehead with her finger。 Falconer took the girl's hand。
'What is your name?' he said。
'Nell。'
'What more?'
'Nothing more。'
'Well; Nelly;' said Falconer。
'How kind of you to call me Nelly!' interrupted the poor girl。 'They
always calls me Nell; just。'
'Nelly;' repeated Falconer; 'I will send a lady here to…morrow to
take you away with her; if you like; and tell you how you must do to
find Jesus。People always find him that want to find him。'
The elderly woman with the rough voice; who had not spoken since he
whispered to her; now interposed with a kind of cowed fierceness。
'Don't go putting humbug into my child's head now; Mr。
Falconer'ticing her away from her home。 Everybody knows my Nell's
been an idiot since ever she was born。 Poor child!'
'I ain't your child;' cried the girl; passionately。 'I ain't
nobody's child。'
'You are God's child;' said Falconer; who stood looking on with his
eyes shining; but otherwise in a state of absolute composure。
'Am I? Am I? You won't forget to send for me; sir?'
'That I won't;' he answered。
She turned instantly towards the woman; and snapped her fingers in
her face。
'I don't care that for you;' she cried。 'You dare to touch me now;
and I'll bite you。'
'Come; come; Nelly; you mustn't be rude;' said Falconer。
'No; sir; I won't no more; leastways to nobody but she。 It's she
makes me do all the wicked things; it is。'
She snapped her fingers in her face again; and then burst out
crying。
'She will leave you alone now; I think;' said Falconer。 'She knows
it will be quite as well for her not to cross me。'
This he said very significantly; as he turned to the door; where he
bade them a general good…night。 When we reached the street; I was
too bewildered to offer any remark。 Falconer was the first to
speak。
'It always comes back upon me; as if I had never known it before;
that women like some of those were of the first to understand our
Lord。'
'Some of them wouldn't have understood him any more than the
Pharisee; though。'
'I'm not so sure of that。 Of course there are great differences。
There are good and bad amongst them as in every class。 But one
thing is clear to me; that no indulgence of passion destroys the
spiritual nature so much as respectable selfishness。'
'I am afraid you will not get society to agree with you;' I said;
foolishly。
'I have no wish that society should agree with me; for if it did; it
would be sure to do so upon the worst of principles。 It is better
that society should be cruel; than that it should call the horrible
thing a trifle: it would know nothing between。'
Through the citythough it was only when we crossed one of the main
thoroughfares that I knew where we werewe came into the region of
Bethnal Green。 From house to house till it grew very late; Falconer
went; and I went with him。 I will not linger on this part of our
wanderings。 Where I saw only dreadful darkness; Falconer always
would see some glimmer of light。 All the people into whose houses
we went knew him。 They were all in the depths of poverty。 Many of
them were respectable。 With some of them he had long talks in
private; while I waited near。 At length he said;
'I think we had better be going home; Mr。 Gordon。 You must be
tired。'
'I am; rather;' I answered。 'But it doesn't matter; for I have
nothing to do to…morrow。'
'We shall get a cab; I dare say; before we go far。'
'Not for me。 I am not so tired; but that I would rather walk;' I
said。
'Very well;' he returned。 'Where do you live?'
I told him。
'I will take you the nearest way。'
'You know London marvellously。'
'Pretty well now;' he answered。
We were somewhere near Leather Lane about one o'clock。 Suddenly we
came upon two tiny children standing on the pavement; one on each
side of the door of a public…house。 They could not have been more
than two and three。 They were sobbing a littlenot much。 The tiny
creatures stood there awfully awake in sleeping London; while even
their own playmates were far off in the fairyland of dreams。
'This is the kind of thing;' I said; 'that makes me doubt whether
there be a God in heaven。'
'That is only because he is down here;' answered Falconer; 'taking
such good care of us all that you can't see him。 There is not a
gin…palace; or yet lower hell in London; in which a man or woman can
be out of God。 The whole being love; there is nothing for you to set
it against and judge it by。 So you are driven to fancies。'
The house was closed; but there was light above the door。 We went
up to the children; and spoke to them; but all we could make out was
that mammie was in there。 One of them could not speak at all。
Falconer knocked at the door。 A good…natured…looking Irishwoman
opened it a little way and peeped out。
'Here are two children crying at your door; ma'am;' said Falconer。
'Och; the darlin's! they want their mother。'
'Do you know her; then?'
'True for you; and I do。 She's a mighty dacent woman in her way
when the drink's out uv her; and very kind to the childher; but
oncet she smells the dhrop o' gin; her head's gone intirely。 The
purty craytures have waked up; an' she not come home; and they've
run out to look after her。'
Falconer stood a moment as if thinking what would be best。 The
shriek of a woman rang through the night。
'There she is!' said the Irishwoman。 'For God's sake don't let her
get a hould o' the darlints。 She's ravin' mad。 I seen her try to
kill them oncet。'
The shrieks came nearer and nearer; and after a few moments the
woman appeared in the moonlight; tossing her arms over her head; and
screaming with a despair for which she yet sought a defiant
expression。 Her head was uncovered; and her hair flying in tangles;
her sleeves were torn; and her gaunt arms looked awful in the
moonlight。 She stood in the middle of the street; crying again and
again; with shrill laughter between; 'Nobody cares for me; and I
care for nobody! Ha! ha! ha!'
'Mammie! mammie!' cried the elder of the children; and ran towards
her。
The woman heard; and rushed like a fury towards the child。 Falconer
too ran; and caught up the child。 The