Возвращение на родину

II. A Lurid Light Breaks in upon a Darkened Understanding

           

           “Youhavenotforgottenhowyouwalkedwiththepoorladyonthathotday?”saidClym.

           “No,”saidtheboy.

           “Andwhatshesaidtoyou?”

           Theboyrepeatedtheexactwordshehadusedonenteringthehut.Yeobrightrestedhiselbowonthetableandshadedhisfacewithhishand;andthemotherlookedasifshewonderedhowamancouldwantmoreofwhathadstunghimsodeeply.

           “ShewasgoingtoAlderworthwhenyoufirstmether?”

           “No;shewascomingaway.”

           “Thatcan’tbe.”

           “Yes;shewalkedalongwithme.Iwascomingaway,too.”

           “Thenwheredidyoufirstseeher?”

           “Atyourhouse.”

           “Attend,andspeakthetruth!”saidClymsternly.

           “Yes,sir;atyourhousewaswhereIseedherfirst.”

           Clymstartedup,andSusansmiledinanexpectantwaywhichdidnotembellishherface;itseemedtomean,“Somethingsinisteriscoming!”

           “Whatdidshedoatmyhouse?”

           “ShewentandsatunderthetreesattheDevil’sBellows.”

           “GoodGod!thisisallnewstome!”

           “Younevertoldmethisbefore?”saidSusan.

           “No,Mother;becauseIdidn’tliketotell’eeIhadbeensofar.Iwaspickingblackhearts,andwentfurtherthanImeant.”

           “Whatdidshedothen?”saidYeobright.

           “Lookedatamanwhocameupandwentintoyourhouse.”

           “Thatwasmyself—afurze-cutter,withbramblesinhishand.”

           “No;’twasnotyou.’Twasagentleman.Youhadgoneinafore.”

           “Whowashe?”

           “Idon’tknow.”

           “Nowtellmewhathappenednext.”

           “Thepoorladywentandknockedatyourdoor,andtheladywithblackhairlookedoutofthesidewindowather.

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