Мартин Иден

Chapter 21

           Itenteredintothem,dreamyandlanguorous,weakeningthefibresofresolution,suffusingthefaceofmorality,orofjudgment,withhazeandpurplemist. Martinfelttenderandmelting,andfromtimetotimewarmglowspassedoverhim. Hisheadwasveryneartohers,andwhenwanderingphantomsofbreezestirredherhairsothatittouchedhisface,theprintedpagesswambeforehiseyes. 

           "Idon’tbelieveyouknowawordofwhatyouarereading,"shesaidoncewhenhehadlosthisplace. 

           Helookedatherwithburningeyes,andwasonthevergeofbecomingawkward,whenaretortcametohislips. 

           "Idon’tbelieveyouknoweither. Whatwasthelastsonnetabout?" 

           "Idon’tknow,"shelaughedfrankly. "I’vealreadyforgotten. Don’tletusreadanymore. Thedayistoobeautiful." 

           "Itwillbeourlastinthehillsforsometime,"heannouncedgravely. "There’sastormgatheringoutthereonthesea-rim." 

           Thebookslippedfromhishandstotheground,andtheysatidlyandsilently,gazingoutoverthedreamybaywitheyesthatdreamedanddidnotsee. Ruthglancedsidewiseathisneck. Shedidnotleantowardhim. Shewasdrawnbysomeforceoutsideofherselfandstrongerthangravitation,strongasdestiny. Itwasonlyaninchtolean,anditwasaccomplishedwithoutvolitiononherpart. Hershouldertouchedhisaslightlyasabutterflytouchesaflower,andjustaslightlywasthecounter-pressure. Shefelthisshoulderpresshers,andatremorrunthroughhim. Thenwasthetimeforhertodrawback. 

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