第21部分(第3/7 頁)

rkness：　a　high；　delighted　framework　of　the　mystic

screen；　and　beyond；　in　the　furthest　beyond；　the　altar。　It　was　a

very　real　experience。　She　was　carried　away。　And　the　land　seemed

to　be　covered　with　a　vast；　mystic　church；　reserved　in　gloom；

thrilled　with　an　unknown　Presence。

Almost　it　hurt　her；　to　look　out　of　the　window　and　see　the

lilacs　towering　in　the　vivid　sunshine。　Or　was　this　the　jewelled

glass？

He　talked　of　Gothic　and　Renaissance　and　Perpendicular；　and

Early　English　and　Norman。　The　words　thrilled　her。

〃Have　you　been　to　Southwell？〃　he　said。　〃I　was　there　at　twelve

o'clock　at　midday；　eating　my　lunch　in　the　churchyard。　And　the

bells　played　a　hymn。

〃Ay；　it's　a　fine　Minster；　Southwell；　heavy。　It's　got　heavy；

round　arches；　rather　low；　on　thick　pillars。　It's　grand；　the　way

those　arches　travel　forward。

〃There's　a　sedilia　as　well……pretty。　But　I　like　the　main

body　of　the　church……and　that　north　porch……〃

He　was　very　much　excited　and　filled　with　himself　that

afternoon。　A　flame　kindled　round　him；　making　his　experience

passionate　and　glowing；　burningly　real。

His　uncle　listened　with　twinkling　eyes；　half…moved。　His　aunt

bent　forward　her　dark　face；　half…moved；　but　held　by　other

knowledge。　Anna　went　with　him。

He　returned　to　his　lodging　at　night　treading　quick；　his　eyes

glittering；　and　his　face　shining　darkly　as　if　he　came　from　some

passionate；　vital　tryst。

The　glow　remained　in　him；　the　fire　burned；　his　heart　was

fierce　like　a　sun。　He　enjoyed　his　unknown　life　and　his　own　self。

And　he　was　ready　to　go　back　to　the　Marsh。

Without　knowing　it；　Anna　was　wanting　him　to　e。　In　him　she