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简爱(英文版)-第101部分

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“I have hardly had time yet to enjoy a sense of tranquillity; much less to grow impatient under one of loneliness。”
“Very well; I hope you feel the content you express: at any rate; your good sense will tell you that it is too soon yet to yield to the vacillating fears of Lot’s wife。 What you had left before I saw you; of course I do not know; but I counsel you to resist firmly every temptation which would incline you to look back: pursue your present career steadily; for some months at least。”
“It is what I mean to do;” I answered。 St。 John continued—
“It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done; I know from experience。 God has given us; in a measure; the power to make our own fate; and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get—when our will strains after a path we may not follow—we need neither starve from inanition; nor stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind; as strong as the forbidden food it longed to taste—and perhaps purer; and to hew out for the adventurous foot a road as direct and broad as the one Fortune has blocked up against us; if rougher than it。
“A year ago I was myself intensely miserable; because I thought I had made a mistake in entering the ministry: its uniform duties wearied me to death。 I burnt for the more active life of the world—for the more exciting toils of a literary career—for the destiny of an artist; author; orator; anything rather than that of a priest: yes; the heart of a politician; of a soldier; of a votary of glory; a lover of renown; a luster after power; beat under my curate’s surplice。 I considered; my life was so wretched; it must be changed; or I must die。 After a season of darkness and struggling; light broke and relief fell: my cramped existence all at once spread out to a plain without bounds—my powers heard a call from heaven to rise; gather their full strength; spread their wings; and mount beyond ken。 God had an errand for me; to bear which afar; to deliver it well; skill and strength; courage and eloquence; the best qualifications of soldier; statesman; and orator; were all needed: for these all centre in the good missionary。
“A missionary I resolved to be。 From that moment my state of mind changed; the fetters dissolved and dropped from every faculty; leaving nothing of bondage but its galling soreness—which time only can heal。 My father; indeed; imposed the determination; but since his death; I have not a legitimate obstacle to contend with; some affairs settled; a successor for Morton provided; an entanglement or two of the feelings broken through or cut asunder—a last conflict with human weakness; in which I know I shall overe; because I have vowed that I will overe—and I leave Europe for the East。”
He said this; in his peculiar; subdued; yet emphatic voice; looking; when he had ceased speaking; not at me; but at the setting sun; at which I looked too。 Both he and I had our backs towards the path leading up the field to the wicket。 We had heard no step on that grass…grown track; the water running in the vale was the one lulling sound of the hour and scene; we might well then start when a gay voice; sweet as a silver bell; exclaimed—
“Good evening; Mr。 Rivers。 And good evening; old Carlo。 Your dog is quicker to recognise his friends than you are; sir; he pricked his ears and wagged his tail when I was at the bottom of the field; and you have your back towards me now。”
It was true。 Though Mr。 Rivers had started at the first of those musical accents; as if a thunderbolt had split a cloud over his head; he stood yet; at the close of the sentence; in the same attitude in which the speaker had surprised him—his arm resting on the gate; his face directed towards the west。 He turned at last; with measured deliberation。 A vision; as it seemed to me; had risen at his side。 There appeared; within three feet of him; a form clad in pure white—a youthful; graceful form: full; yet fine in contour; and when; after bending to caress Carlo; it lifted up its head; and threw back a long veil; there bloomed under his glance a face of perfect beauty。 Perfect beauty is a strong expression; but I do not retrace or qualify it: as sweet features as ever the temperate clime of Albion moulded; as pure hues of rose and lily as ever her humid gales and vapoury skies generated and screened; justified; in this instance; the term。 No charm was wanting; no defect was perceptible; the young girl had regular and delicate lineaments; eyes shaped and coloured as we see them in lovely pictures; large; and dark; and full; the long and shadowy eyelash which encircles a fine eye with so soft a fascination; the pencilled brow which gives such clearness; the white smooth forehead; which adds such repose to the livelier beauties of tint and ray; the cheek oval; fresh; and smooth; the lips; fresh too; ruddy; healthy; sweetly formed; the even and gleaming teeth without flaw; the small dimpled chin; the ornament of rich; plenteous tresses—all advantages; in short; which; bined; realise the ideal of beauty; were fully hers。 I wondered; as I looked at this fair creature: I admired her with my whole heart。 Nature had surely formed her in a partial mood; and; forgetting her usual stinted step…mother dole of gifts; had endowed this; her darling; with a grand…dame’s bounty。
What did St。 John Rivers think of this earthly angel? I naturally asked myself that question as I saw him turn to her and look at her; and; as naturally; I sought the answer to the inquiry in his countenance。 He had already withdrawn his eye from the Peri; and was looking at a humble tuft of daisies which grew by the wicket。
“A lovely evening; but late for you to be out alone;” he said; as he crushed the snowy heads of the closed flowers with his foot。
“Oh; I only came home from S…” (she mentioned the name of a large town some twenty miles distant) “this afternoon。 Papa told me you had opened your school; and that the new mistress was e; and so I put on my bon after tea; and ran up the valley to see her: this is she?” pointing to me。
“It is;” said St。 John。
“Do you think you shall like Morton?” she asked of me; with a direct and naive simplicity of tone and manner; pleasing; if child…like。
“I hope I shall。 I have many inducements to do so。”
“Did you find your scholars as attentive as you expected?”
“Quite。”
“Do you like your house?”
“Very much。”
“Have I furnished it nicely?”
“Very nicely; indeed。”
“And made a good choice of an attendant for you in Alice Wood?”
“You have indeed。 She is teachable and handy。” (This then; I thought; is Miss Oliver; the heiress; favoured; it seems; in the gifts of fortune; as well as in those of nature! What happy bination of the plas presided over her birth; I wonder?)
“I shall e up and help you to teach sometimes;” she added。 “It will be a change for me to visit you now and then; and I like a change。 Mr。 Rivers; I have been SO gay during my stay at S…。  night; or rather this morning; I was dancing till two o’clock。 The—th regiment are stationed there since the riots; and the officers are the most agreeable men in the world: they put all our young knife…grinders and scissor merchants to shame。”
It seemed to me that Mr。 St。 John’s under lip protruded; and his upper lip curled a moment。 His mouth certainly looked a good deal pressed; and the lower part of his face unusually stern and square; as the laughing girl gave him this information。 He lifted his gaze; too; from the daisies; and turned it on her。 An unsmiling; a searching; a meaning gaze it was。 She answered it with a second laugh; and laughter well became her youth; her roses; her dimples; her bright eyes。
As he stood; mute and grave; she again fell to caressing Carlo。 “Poor Carlo loves me;” said she。 “He is not stern and distant to his friends; and if he could speak; he would not be silent。”
As she patted the dog’s head; bending with native grace before his young and austere master; I saw a glow rise to that master’s face。 I saw his solemn eye melt with sudden fire; and flicker with resistless emotion。 Flushed and kindled thus; he looked nearly as beautiful for a man
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