第22部分(第5/7 頁)

t　having　seen　his　uncle。　He

held　his　hot　face　to　the　rain；　and　walked　on　in　a　trance。　〃I

love　you；　Will；　I　love　you。〃　The　words　repeated　themselves

endlessly。　The　veils　had　ripped　and　issued　him　naked　into　the

endless　space；　and　he　shuddered。　The　walls　had　thrust　him　out

and　given　him　a　vast　space　to　walk　in。　Whither；　through　this

darkness　of　infinite　space；　was　he　walking　blindly？　Where；　at

the　end　of　all　the　darkness；　was　God　the　Almighty　still　darkly；

seated；　thrusting　him　on？　〃I　love　you；　Will；　I　love　you。〃　He

trembled　with　fear　as　the　words　beat　in　his　heart　again。　And　he

dared　not　think　of　her　face；　of　her　eyes　which　shone；　and　of　her

strange；　transfigured　face。　The　hand　of　the　Hidden　Almighty；

burning　bright；　had　thrust　out　of　the　darkness　and　gripped　him。

He　went　on　subject　and　in　fear；　his　heart　gripped　and　burning

from　the　touch。

The　days　went　by；　they　ran　on　dark…padded　feet　in　silence。　He

went　to　see　Anna；　but　again　there　had　e　a　reserve　between

them。　Tom　Brangwen　was　gloomy；　his　blue　eyes　sombre。　Anna　was

strange　and　delivered　up。　Her　face　in　its　delicate　colouring　was

mute；　touched　dumb　and　poignant。　The　mother　bowed　her　head　and

moved　in　her　own　dark　world；　that　was　pregnant　again　with

fulfilment。

Will　Brangwen　worked　at　his　wood…carving。　It　was　a　passion；　a

passion　for　him　to　have　the　chisel　under　his　grip。　Verily　the

passion　of　his　heart　lifted　the　fine　bite　of　steel。　He　was

carving；　as　he　had　always　wanted；　the　Creation　of　Eve。　It　was　a

panel　in　low　relief；　for　a　church。　Adam　lay　asleep　as　if

suffering；　and　God；　a　dim；　large　figure；　stooped　towards　him；

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