amy foster-第7部分
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ing。 The crooked cross made by the castaway; a
cross whose tracing no doubt seemed to him the
most solemn part of the whole ceremony; is all that
remains now to perpetuate the memory of his name。
〃His courtship had lasted some timeever since
he got his precarious footing in the community。 It
began by his buying for Amy Foster a green satin
ribbon in Darnford。 This was what you did in his
country。 You bought a ribbon at a Jew's stall on
a fair…day。 I don't suppose the girl knew what to
do with it; but he seemed to think that his honoura…
ble intentions could not be mistaken。
〃It was only when he declared his purpose to
get married that I fully understood how; for a hun…
dred futile and inappreciable reasons; howshall
I say odious?he was to all the countryside。
Every old woman in the village was up in arms。
Smith; coming upon him near the farm; promised
to break his head for him if he found him about
again。 But he twisted his little black moustache
with such a bellicose air and rolled such big; black
fierce eyes at Smith that this promise came to noth…
ing。 Smith; however; told the girl that she must
be mad to take up with a man who was surely wrong
in his head。 All the same; when she heard him in
the gloaming whistle from beyond the orchard a
couple of bars of a weird and mournful tune; she
would drop whatever she had in her handshe
would leave Mrs。 Smith in the middle of a sentence
and she would run out to his call。 Mrs。 Smith
called her a shameless hussy。 She answered noth…
ing。 She said nothing at all to anybody; and went
on her way as if she had been deaf。 She and I alone
all in the land; I fancy; could see his very real
beauty。 He was very good…looking; and most
graceful in his bearing; with that something wild
as of a woodland creature in his aspect。 Her moth…
er moaned over her dismally whenever the girl came
to see her on her day out。 The father was surly;
but pretended not to know; and Mrs。 Finn once
told her plainly that 'this man; my dear; will do
you some harm some day yet。' And so it went on。
They could be seen on the roads; she tramping stol…
idly in her finerygrey dress; black feather; stout
boots; prominent white cotton gloves that caught
your eye a hundred yards away; and he; his coat
slung picturesquely over one shoulder; pacing by
her side; gallant of bearing and casting tender
glances upon the girl with the golden heart。 I
wonder whether he saw how plain she was。 Perhaps
among types so different from what he had ever
seen; he had not the power to judge; or perhaps
he was seduced by the divine quality of her
pity。
〃Yanko was in great trouble meantime。 In his
country you get an old man for an ambassador in
marriage affairs。 He did not know how to pro…
ceed。 However; one day in the midst of sheep in a
field (he was now Swaffer's under…shepherd with
Foster) he took off his hat to the father and de…
clared himself humbly。 'I daresay she's fool
enough to marry you;' was all Foster said。 'And
then;' he used to relate; 'he puts his hat on his head;
looks black at me as if he wanted to cut my throat;
whistles the dog; and off he goes; leaving me to do
the work。' The Fosters; of course; didn't like to
lose the wages the girl earned: Amy used to give all
her money to her mother。 But there was in Foster
a very genuine aversion to that match。 He con…
tended that the fellow was very good with sheep;
but was not fit for any girl to marry。 For one
thing; he used to go along the hedges muttering to
himself like a dam' fool; and then; these foreign…
ers behave very queerly to women sometimes。 And
perhaps he would want to carry her off somewhere
or run off himself。 It was not safe。 He
preached it to his daughter that the fellow might
ill…use her in some way。 She made no answer。 It
was; they said in the village; as if the man had done
something to her。 People discussed the matter。 It
was quite an excitement; and the two went on
'walking out' together in the face of opposition。
Then something unexpected happened。
〃I don't know whether old Swaffer ever under…
stood how much he was regarded in the light of a
father by his foreign retainer。 Anyway the rela…
tion was curiously feudal。 So when Yanko asked
formally for an interview'and the Miss too' (he
called the severe; deaf Miss Swaffer simply Miss)
it was to obtain their permission to marry。
Swaffer heard him unmoved; dismissed him by a
nod; and then shouted the intelligence into Miss
Swaffer's best ear。 She showed no surprise; and
only remarked grimly; in a veiled blank voice; 'He
certainly won't get any other girl to marry him。'
〃It is Miss Swaffer who has all the credit of the
munificence: but in a very few days it came out
that Mr。 Swaffer had presented Yanko with a cot…
tage (the cottage you've seen this morning) and
something like an acre of groundhad made it
over to him in absolute property。 Willcox expe…
dited the deed; and I remember him telling me he
had a great pleasure in making it ready。 It re…
cited: 'In consideration of saving the life of my
beloved grandchild; Bertha Willcox。'
〃Of course; after that no power on earth could
prevent them from getting married。
〃Her infatuation endured。 People saw her go…
ing out to meet him in the evening。 She stared
with unblinking; fascinated eyes up the road where
he was expected to appear; walking freely; with a
swing from the hip; and humming one of the love…
tunes of his country。 When the boy was born; he
got elevated at the 'Coach and Horses;' essayed
again a song and a dance; and was again ejected。
People expressed their commiseration for a woman
married to that Jack…in…the…box。 He didn't care。
There was a man now (he told me boastfully) to
whom he could sing and talk in the language of his
country; and show how to dance by…and…by。
〃But I don't know。 To me he appeared to have
grown less springy of step; heavier in body; less
keen of eye。 Imagination; no doubt; but it seems
to me now as if the net of fate had been drawn
closer round him already。
〃One day I met him on the footpath over the
Talfourd Hill。 He told me that 'women were fun…
ny。' I had heard already of domestic differences。
People were saying that Amy Foster was begin…
ning to find out what sort of man she had married。
He looked upon the sea with indifferent; unseeing
eyes。 His wife had snatched the child out of his
arms one day as he sat on the doorstep crooning to
it a song such as the mothers sing to babies in his
mountains。 She seemed to think he was doing it
some harm。 Women are funny。 And she had ob…
jected to him praying aloud in the evening。 Why?
He expected the boy to repeat the prayer aloud
after him by…and…by; as he used to do after his old
father when he was a childin his own country。
And I discovered he longed for their boy to grow
up so that he could have a man to talk with in that
language that to our ears sounded so disturbing;
so passionate; and so bizarre。 Why his wife
should dislike the idea he couldn't tell。 But that
would pass; he said。 And tilting his head know…
ingly; he tapped his breastbone to indicate that she
had a good heart: not hard; not fierce; open to com…
passion; charitable to the poor!
〃I walked away thoughtfully; I wondered
whether his difference; his strangeness; were not
penetrating with repulsion that dull nature they
had begun by irresistibly attracting。 I won…
dered。 。 。 。〃
The Doctor came to the window and looked out
at the frigid splendour of the sea; immense in
the haze; as if enclosing all the earth with all
the hearts lost among the passions of love and
fear。
〃Physiologically; now;〃 he said; turning away
abruptly; 〃it was possible。 It was possible。〃
He remained silent。 Then went on
〃At all events; the next time I saw him he was
illlung trouble。 He was tough; but I daresay he
was not acclimatised as well as I had supposed。 It
was a bad winter; and; of course; these mountain…
eers do get fits of home sickness; and a state of de…
pression would make him vulnerable。 He was lying
half dressed on a couch downstairs。
〃A table covered with a dark oilcloth took up all
the middle of the little room。 There was a wicker
cradle on the floor; a kettle spouting steam on the
hob; and some child's linen lay drying on the
fender。 The room was warm; but the door opens
right into the garden; as you noticed perhaps。
〃He was very feverish; and kept on muttering
to himself。 She sat on a chair and looked at him
fixedly across the table with her brown; blurred
eyes。 'Why don't you have him upstairs?' I
asked。 With a start and a confused stammer she
said; 'Oh! ah! I couldn't sit with him upstairs;
Sir。'
〃I gave her certain directions; and going out…
side; I said again that he ought to be in bed up…
stairs。 She wrung her hands。 'I couldn't。 I
couldn't。 He keeps on saying somethingI don't
know what。' With the memory of all the talk
against the man that had been dinn