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by shore and sedge(沙滩和苔草旁)-第18部分

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indicated that the solitary worker dwelt and slept beside his work。 

     The   truth   flashed   upon   the   young   girl's   active   brain;   quickened   by 

seclusion and fed by solitary books。 She read with keen eyes the miserable 

secret   of   her   father's   strange   guest   in   the   poverty…   stricken   walls;   in   the 

mute evidences of menial handicraft performed in loneliness and privation; 

in this piteous adaptation   of an   accident to save   the conscious   shame   of 

premeditated   toil。   She   knew   now   why   he   had   stammeringly   refused   to 

receive   her   father's   offer   to   buy   back   the   goods   he   had   given   him;   she 

knew   now   how   hardly   gained   was   the   pittance   that   paid   his   rent   and 

supported   his   childish   vanity   and   grotesque   pride。   From   a   peg   in         the 

corner hung the familiar masquerade that hid his povertythe pearl…gray 

trousers; the black frock coat; the tall shining hatin hideous contrast to 

the penury of his surroundings。 But if THEY were here; where was HE; 

and   in   what   new   disguise   had   he   escaped   from   his   poverty?   A   vague 

uneasiness   caused   her   to   hesitate   and   return   to   the   open   door。   She   had 

nearly reached it when her eye fell on the pallet which it partly illuminated。 

A   singular   resemblance   in   the   ragged   heap   made   her   draw   closer。   The 

faded   quilt   was   a   dressing…   gown;   and   clutching   its   folds   lay   a   white; 

wasted hand。 

     The     emigrant     childhood     of   Rose    Nott    had   been    more    than    once 

shadowed   by   scalping   knives;   and   she   was   acquainted   with   Death。   She 

went fearlessly to the couch; and found that the dressing…gown was only 

an enwrapping of the emaciated and lifeless body of de Ferrieres。 She did 

not retreat or call for help; but examined him closely。 He was unconscious; 

but not pulseless; he had evidently been strong enough to open the door 

for air or succor; but had afterward fallen in a fit on the couch。 She flew to 

her father's locker and the galley fire; returned; and shut the door behind 

her;    and   by   the   skillful   use   of  hot   water    and   whisky     soon    had    the 

satisfaction of seeing a faint color take the place of the faded rouge in the 

ghastly cheeks。 She was still chafing his hands when he slowly opened his 



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eyes。 With a start; he made a quick attempt to push aside her hands and 

rise。 But she gently restrained him。 

     〃Ehwhat!〃 he stammered; throwing his face back from hers with an 

effort and trying to turn it to the wall。 

     〃You have been ill;〃 she said quietly。 〃Drink this。〃 

     With his face still turned away he lifted the cup to his chattering teeth。 

When he had drained it he threw a trembling glance around the room and 

at the door。 

     〃There's no one been here but myself;〃 she said quickly。 〃I happened 

to see the door open as I passed。 I didn't think it worth while to call any 

one。〃 

     The   searching   look   he   gave   her   turned   into   an   expression   of   relief; 

which;     to  her   infinite   uneasiness;    again    feebly   lightened    into   one   of 

antiquated gallantry。 He drew the dressing…gown around him with an air。 

     〃Ah! it is a goddess; Mademoiselle; that has deigned to enter the cell 

wherewhereIamuse myself。 It is drollis it not? I came here to make… 

…what you callthe experiment of your father's fabric。 I make myselfha! 

ha!like a workman。 Ah; bah! the heat; the darkness; the plebeian motion 

make my head to go round。 I stagger; I faint; I cry out; I fall。 But what of 

that? The great God hears my cry and sends me an angel。 Voila!〃 

     He   attempted   an   easy   gesture   of   gallantry;   but   overbalanced   himself 

and fell sideways on the pallet with a gasp。 Yet there was so much genuine 

feeling      mixed     with    his    grotesque      affectation;     so   much      piteous 

consciousness of the ineffectiveness of his falsehood; that the young girl; 

who had turned away; came back and laid her hand upon his arm。 

     〃You   must   lie   still   and   try   to   sleep;〃   she   said   gently。   〃I   will   return 

again。 Perhaps;〃 she added; 〃there is some one I can send for?〃 

     He   shook   his   head   violently。   Then   in   his   old   manner   added;   〃After 

Mademoiselleno one。〃 

     〃I mean〃 she hesitated〃have you no friends?〃 

     〃Friends;ah!      without     doubt。〃    He    shrugged      his  shoulders。     〃But 

Mademoiselle will comprehend〃 

     〃You   are   better   now;〃   said   Rosey   quickly;   〃and   no   one   need   know 

anything   if   you   don't   wish   it。   Try   to   sleep。 You   need   not   lock   the   door 



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when I go; I will see that no one comes in。〃 

     He flushed faintly and averted his eyes。 〃It is too droll; Mademoiselle; 

is it not?〃 

     〃Of course it is;〃 said Rosey; glancing round the miserable room。 

     〃And Mademoiselle is an angel。〃 

     He   carried   her   hand   to   his   lips   humblyhis   first   purely   unaffected 

action。 She slipped through the door; and softly closed it behind her。 

     Reaching the upper   deck she was   relieved to find   her father had   not 

returned;   and   her   absence   had   been   unnoticed。   For   she   had   resolved   to 

keep     de   Ferrieres's    secret   to   herself   from    the   moment      that   she   had 

unwittingly discovered it; and to do this and still be able to watch over him 

without her father's knowledge required some caution。 She was conscious 

of his strange aversion to the unfortunate man without understanding the 

reason; but as she was in the habit of entertaining his caprices more from 

affectionate tolerance of his weakness than reverence of his judgment; she 

saw     no   disloyalty    to  him    in  withholding      a   confidence     that   might    be 

disloyal to another。 〃It won't do father any good to know it;〃 she said to 

herself; 〃and if it DID it oughtn't to;〃 she added with triumphant feminine 

logic。   But   the   impression   made   upon   her   by   the   spectacle   she   had   just 

witnessed was stronger than any other consideration。 The revelation of de 

Ferrieres's   secret   poverty   seemed   a   chapter   from   a   romance   of   her   own 

weaving; for a moment it lifted the miserable hero out of the depths of his 

folly and selfishness。 She forgot the weakness of the man in the strength of 

his dramatic surroundings。 It partly satisfied a craving she had felt; it was 

not   exactly   the   story   of   the   ship;   as   she   had   dreamed   it;   but   it   was   an 

episode in her experience of it that broke its monotony。 That she should 

soon   learn;   perhaps   from   de   Ferrieres's   own   lips;   the   true   reason   of   his 

strange seclusion; and that it involved more than appeared to her now; she 

never for a moment doubted。 

     At the end of an hour she again knocked softly at the door; carrying 

some light nourishment she had prepared for him。 He was asleep; but she 

was astounded to find that in the interval he had managed to dress himself 

completely   in   his   antiquated   finery。   It   was   a   momentary   shock   to   the 

illusion   she   had   been   fostering;   but   she   forgot   it   in   the   pitiable   contrast 



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between       his   haggard     face    and   his   pomatumed        hair   and    beard;    the 

jauntiness of   his   attire;   and   the   collapse   of   his   invalid   figure。 When   she 

had satisfied herself that his sleep was natural; she busied herself softly in 

arranging      the   miserable     apartment。     With    a   few   feminine     touches     she 

removed   the   slovenliness   of   misery;   and   placed   the   loose   material   and 

ostentatious evidences of his work on one side。 Finding that he still slept; 

and   knowing   the   importance   of   this   natural   medication;   she   placed   the 

refreshment       she   had    brought     by   his  side   and   noiselessly     quitted    the 

apartment。   Hurrying   through   the   gathering   darkness   between   decks;   she 

once      or   twice    thought     she    had    heard    footsteps;     and    paused;     but 

encountering no one; attributed the impression to her over…consciousness。 

Yet she thought it prudent to go to the galley first; where she lingered a 

few  moments before  returning   to   the  cabin。 On   entering   she  was   a  little 

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