MARY BARTON

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第52章

MARY BARTON Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

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  Thesheetslookedmadeoutofsail-cloth,butwerefreshandcleaninspiteoftheirbrownness。Againstthewallwerewaferedtworoughdrawingsofvesselswiththeirnameswrittenunderneath,onwhichthemother’seyescaught,andgazeduntiltheyfilledwithtears。Butshebrushedthedropsawaywiththebackofherhand;andinacheerfultonewentontoassureMarythebedwaswellaired。“Icannotsleep,thankyou。Iwillsithere,ifyouplease,“saidMary,sinkingdownonthewindow-seat。“Come,now,“saidMrsSturgis,“mymastertoldmetoseeyoutobed,andImun。What’stheuseofwatching?Awatchedpotneverboils,andIseeyouareafterwatchingthatweathercock。Whynow,Itrynevertolookatit,elseIcoulddonoughtelse。Myheartmanyatimegoessickwhenthewindrises,butIturnawayandworkaway,andtrynevertothinkonthewind,butonwhatIha’gettentodo。““Letmestayupalittle,“pleadedMary,asherhostessseemedsoresoluteaboutseeinghertobed。Herlookswonhersuit。“Well,IsupposeImun。Ishallcatchitdown-stairs,Iknow。He’llbeinafidgettillyou’regettentobed,Iknow;soyoumunbequietifyouaresobentuponstayingup。“Andquietly,noiselessly,Marywatchedtheunchangingweathercockthroughthenight。Shesatonthelittlewindow-seat,herhandholdingbackthecurtainwhichshadedtheroomfromthebrightmoonlightwithout;herheadrestingitswearinessagainstthecornerofthewindow-frame;hereyesburning,andstiffwiththeintensityofhergaze。Theruddymorningstoleupthehorizon,castingacrimsonglowintothewatcher’sroom。Itwasthemorningofthedayoftrial!

  “Thoustand’stherearraign’d,Thatwithpresumptionimpiousandaccurs’d,Thouhastusurp’dGod’shighprerogative,Makingthyfellowmortal’slifeanddeathWaitonthymoodyanddiseasedpassions;ThatwithaviolentanduntimelysteelHathsetabroachtheblood,thatshouldhaveebbedIncalmandnaturalcurrenttosumallInonewildname——anamethepaleairfreezesat,Andeverycheekofmansinksinwithhorror——Thouartacoldandmidnightmurderer。MILMAN’SFAZIO。Ofalltherestlesspeoplewhofoundthatnight’shoursagonizingfromexcessofanxiety,thepoorfatherofthemurderedmanwasperhapsthemostrestless。Hehadsleptbutlittlesincetheblowhadfallen;hiswakinghourshadbeenfullofagitatedthought,whichseemedtohauntandpursuehimthroughhisunquietslumbers。Andthisnightofallotherswasthemostsleepless。Heturnedoverandoveragaininhismindthewonderifeverythinghadbeendone,thatcouldbedone,toensuretheconvictionofJemWilson。Healmostregrettedthehastewithwhichhehadurgedforwardtheproceedings,andyet,untilhehadobtainedvengeance,hefeltasiftherewerenopeaceonearthforhimIdon’tknowthatheexactlyusedthetermvengeanceinhisthoughts;

  hespokeofjustice,andprobablythoughtofhisdesiredendassuch;

  nopeace,eitherbodilyormental,forhemovedupanddownhisbedroomwiththerestlessincessanttrampofawildbeastinacage,andifhecompelledhisachinglimbstoceaseforaninstant,thetwitchingswhichensuedalmostamountedtoconvulsions,andherecommencedhiswalkasthelesserevil,andthemorebearablefatigue。Withdaylight,increasedpowerofactioncame;andhedroveofftoarousehisattorney,andworryhimwithfurtherdirectionsandinquiries;andwhenthatwasended,hesat,watchinhand,untilthecourtsshouldbeopened,andthetrialbegin。Whatwerealltheliving,——wifeordaughters,——whatweretheyincomparisonwiththedead,——themurderedsonwholayunburiedstill,incompliancewithhisfather’searnestwish,andalmostvowedpurpose,ofhavingtheslayerofhischildsentencedtodeathbeforehecommittedthebodytotherestofthegrave。Atnineo’clocktheyallmetattheirawfulplaceofrendezvous。Thejudge,thejury,theavengerofblood,theprisoner,thewitnesses——allweregatheredtogetherwithinthebuilding。Andbesidestheseweremanyothers,personallyinterestedinsomepartoftheproceedings,inwhich,however,theytooknopart;JobLegh,BenSturgis,andseveralotherswerethere,amongstwhomwasCharleyJones。JobLeghhadcarefullyavoidedanyquestioningfromMrsWilsonthatmorning。

  Indeed,hehadnotbeenmuchinhercompany,forhehadbeenupearlytogooutoncemoretomakeinquiryforMary;andwhenhecouldhearnothingofher,hehaddesperatelyresolvednottoundeceiveMrsWilson,assorrownevercametoolate;andiftheblowwereinevitable,itwouldbebettertoleaveherinignoranceoftheimpendingevilaslongaspossible。Shetookherplaceinthewitness-room,wornanddispirited,butnotanxious。AsJobstruggledthroughthecrowdintothebodyofthecourt,MrBridgenorth’sclerkbeckonedtohim。“Here’saletterforyoufromourclient!“Jobsickenedashetookit。Hedidnotknowwhy,buthedreadedaconfessionofguiltwhichwouldbeanoverthrowofallhope。Theletterranasfollows:“DEARFRIEND,——Ithankyouheartilyforyourgoodnessinfindingmealawyer,butlawyerscandonogoodtome,whatevertheymaydotootherpeople。

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