Повернення на батьківщину

I. Tidings of the Comer

           

           “Yes.Poormaid,herhearthasachedenoughaboutit.Herhealthissufferingfromit,Ihear,forshewillbideentirelyindoors.Weneverseeheroutnow,scamperingoverthefurzewithafaceasredasarose,assheusedtodo.”

           “I’veheardshewouldn’thaveWildevenowifheaskedher.”

           “Youhave?’Tisnewstome.”

           Whilethefurze-gatherershaddesultorilyconversedthusEustacia’sfacegraduallybenttothehearthinaprofoundreverie,hertoeunconsciouslytappingthedryturfwhichlayburningatherfeet.

           Thesubjectoftheirdiscoursehadbeenkeenlyinterestingtoher.Ayoungandclevermanwascomingintothatlonelyheathfrom,ofallcontrastingplacesintheworld,Paris.Itwaslikeamancomingfromheaven.Moresingularstill,theheathmenhadinstinctivelycoupledherandthismantogetherintheirmindsasapairbornforeachother.

           ThatfiveminutesofoverhearingfurnishedEustaciawithvisionsenoughtofillthewholeblankafternoon.Suchsuddenalternationsfrommentalvacuitydosometimesoccurthusquietly.Shecouldneverhavebelievedinthemorningthathercolourlessinnerworldwouldbeforenightbecomeasanimatedaswaterunderamicroscope,andthatwithoutthearrivalofasinglevisitor.ThewordsofSamandHumphreyontheharmonybetweentheunknownandherselfhadonhermindtheeffectoftheinvadingBard’spreludeintheCastleofIndolence,atwhichmyriadsofimprisonedshapesarosewherehadpreviouslyappearedthestillnessofavoid.

           Involvedintheseimaginingssheknewnothingoftime.Whenshebecameconsciousofexternalsitwasdusk

Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 142 з 526