第17部分(第5/7 頁)

The　turbulence　raged　in　his　breast。

〃I　don't；〃　he　said。

〃Why　do　you？〃　she　repeated。　〃Why　do　you　want　to　deny　me？〃

Suddenly；　in　a　flash；　he　saw　she　might　be　lonely；　isolated；

unsure。　She　had　seemed　to　him　the　utterly　certain；　satisfied；

absolute；　excluding　him。　Could　she　need　anything？

〃Why　aren't　you　satisfied　with　me？……I'm　not　satisfied

with　you。　Paul　used　to　e　to　me　and　take　me　like　a　man　does。

You　only　leave　me　alone　or　take　me　like　your　cattle；　quickly；　to

forget　me　again……so　that　you　can　forget　me　again。〃

〃What　am　I　to　remember　about　you？〃　said　Brangwen。

〃I　want　you　to　know　there　is　somebody　there　besides

yourself。〃

〃Well；　don't　I　know　it？〃

〃You　e　to　me　as　if　it　was　for　nothing；　as　if　I　was　nothing

there。　When　Paul　came　to　me；　I　was　something　to　him……a

woman；　I　was。　To　you　I　am　nothing……it　is　like

cattle……or　nothing〃

〃You　make　me　feel　as　if　I　was　nothing；〃　he　said。

They　were　silent。　She　sat　watching　him。　He　could　not　move；

his　soul　was　seething　and　chaotic。　She　turned　to　her　sewing

again。　But　the　sight　of　her　bent　before　him　held　him　and　would

not　let　him　be。　She　was　a　strange；　hostile；　dominant　thing。　Yet

not　quite　hostile。　As　he　sat　he　felt　his　limbs　were　strong　and

hard；　he　sat　in　strength。

She　was　silent　for　a　long　time；　stitching。　He　was　aware；

poignantly；　of　the　round　shape　of　her　head；　very　intimate；

pelling。　She　lifted　her　head　and　sighed。　The　blood　burned　in

him；　her　voice　ran　to　him　like　fire。

〃e　here；〃　she　said；　unsure。

For　some　moments　he　did　not　move。　Then　he　rose　slowly　and

went　across　the　hearth。　It　required　an　almost　deathly　effort　of