第62部分(第5/7 頁)

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the　yew　trees　seethed　and　hissed　and　vibrated。　The　wind　seemed

to　rush　about　among　the　chimneys　and　the　church…tower。　It　was

dark。

The　wind　blew　Ursula's　face；　and　her　clothes　cleaved　to　her

limbs。　But　it　was　a　surging；　turgid　wind；　instinct　with

pressed　vigour　of　life。　And　she　seemed　to　have　lost

Skrebensky。　Out　there　in　the　strong；　urgent　night　she　could　not

find　him。

〃Where　are　you？〃　she　asked。

〃Here；〃　came　his　bodiless　voice。

And　groping；　she　touched　him。　A　fire　like　lightning　drenched

them。

〃Anton？〃　she　said。

〃What？〃　he　answered。

She　held　him　with　her　hands　in　the　darkness；　she　felt　his

body　again　with　hers。

〃Don't　leave　me……e　back　to　me；〃　she　said。

〃Yes；〃　he　said；　holding　her　in　his　arms。

But　the　male　in　him　was　scotched　by　the　knowledge　that　she

was　not　under　his　spell　nor　his　influence。　He　wanted　to　go　away

from　her。　He　rested　in　the　knowledge　that　to…morrow　he　was　going

away；　his　life　was　really　elsewhere。　His　life　was

elsewhere……his　life　was　elsewhere……the　centre　of　his

life　was　not　what　she　would　have。　She　was　different……there

was　a　breach　between　them。　They　were　hostile　worlds。

〃You　will　e　back　to　me？〃　she　reiterated。

〃Yes；〃　he　said。　And　he　meant　it。　But　as　one　keeps　an

appointment；　not　as　a　man　returning　to　his　fulfilment。

So　she　kissed　him；　and　went　indoors；　lost。　He　walked　down　to

the　Marsh　abstracted。　The　contact　with　her　hurt　him；　and

threatened　him。　He　shrank；　he　had　to　be　free　of　her　spirit。　For

she　would　stand　before　him；　like　the　angel　before　Balaam；　and

drive　him　back　with　a　sword　from　the　way　he　was　going；　into　a