第 7 节
作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9196
  wife’s niece was treated any ways disrespectful; for all   he mayn’t
  be fond of her taking on herself to preach。”
  “Aye;   an’   she’s   a   pleasant…looked   un   too;”   said   Wiry   Ben。   “I’ll
  stick up for the pretty women preachin’;   I know  they’d   persuade
  me   over   a   deal   sooner   nor   th’   ugly   men。   I   shouldna   wonder   if   I
  turn     Methody      afore   the   night’s    out;   an’   begin    to  coort    the
  preacher; like Seth Bede。”
  “Why; Seth’s looking rether too high; I should think;” said Mr。
  Casson。 “This woman’s kin wouldn’t like her to demean herself to
  a common carpenter。”
  “Tchu!” said Ben; with a long treble intonation; “what’s folks’s
  kin got to do wi’t? Not a chip。 Poyser’s wife may turn her nose up
  an’ forget bygones; but this Dinah Morris; they tell me; ’s as poor
  as iver she was—works at a mill; an’s much ado to keep hersen。 A
  strappin’ young carpenter as is a ready…made Methody; like Seth;
  wouldna be a bad match for her。 Why; Poysers make as big a fuss
  wi’ Adam Bede as if he war a nevvy o’ their own。”
  “Idle talk! idle talk!” said Mr。   Joshua   Rann。   “Adam  an’   Seth’s
  two men; you wunna fit them two wi’ the same last。”
  “Maybe;”   said   Wiry   Ben;   contemptuously;   “but   Seth’s   the   lad
  for me; though he war a Methody twice o’er。 I’m fair beat wi’ Seth;
  for I’ve been teasin’ him iver sin’ we’ve been workin’ together; an’
  he bears me no more malice nor a lamb。 An’ he’s a stout…hearted
  feller too; for when we saw the old tree all afire a…comin’ across the
  fields one night; an’ we thought as it war a boguy; Seth made no
  more   ado;   but   he   up   to   ’t   as   bold   as   a   constable。   Why;   there   he
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  comes   out   o’   Will   Maskery’s;   an’   there’s   Will     hisself;   lookin’   as
  meek as if he couldna knock a nail o’ the head for fear o’ hurtin ’t。
  An’    there’s   the   pretty   preacher     woman!      My   eye;   she’s   got  her
  bonnet off。 I mun go a bit nearer。”
  Several     of  the   men     followed    Ben’s     lead;  and    the   traveller
  pushed his horse on to the Green; as Dinah walked rather quickly
  and   in   advance   of   her   companions   towards   the   cart   under   the
  maple…tree。 While she was near Seth’s tall figure; she looked short;
  but    when     she   had   mounted      the   cart;   and   was    away    from    all
  comparison;        she   seemed     above     the   middle     height    of  woman;
  though in reality she did not exceed it—an effect which was due to
  the   slimness   of   her   figure   and   the   simple   line   of   her   black   stuff
  dress。    The    stranger     was    struck   with    surprise    as   he   saw    her
  approach       and    mount     the   cart—surprise;       not   so  much      at  the
  feminine delicacy of her appearance; as at the total absence of self…
  consciousness in her demeanour。 He had made up his mind to see
  her   advance   with   a   measured   step   and        a   demure    solemnity   of
  countenance; he had felt sure that her face would be mantled with
  the smile of conscious saintship; or else charged with denunciatory
  bitterness。 He knew but two types of Methodist—the ecstatic and
  the   bilious。   But   Dinah   walked   as   simply   as   if   she   were   going   to
  market; and seemed as unconscious of her outward appearance as
  a little boy: there was no blush; no tremulousness; which said; “I
  know   you   think   me   a   pretty   woman;   too   young   to   preach”;   no
  casting up or down of the eyelids; no  compression   of  the   lips; no
  attitude   of   the   arms   that   said;   “But   you   must   think   of   me   as   a
  saint。” She held no book in her ungloved hands; but let them hang
  down lightly crossed before her; as she stood and turned her grey
  eyes    on   the   people。    There    was   no   keenness      in  the  eyes;   they
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  seemed rather to be shedding love than making observations; they
  had the liquid look which tells that the mind is full of what it has to
  give out; rather than impressed by external objects。 She stood with
  her    left  hand     towards     the   descending       sun;   and    leafy   boughs
  screened   her   from   its   rays;   but   in    this   sober   light   the   delicate
  colouring      of  her   face   seemed      to  gather    a  calm    vividness;     like
  flowers      at  evening。     It   was    a  small    oval    face;   of   a  uniform
  transparent whiteness; with an egg…like line   of  cheek   and chin;  a
  full   but   firm   mouth;   a   delicate   nostril;   and   a   low   perpendicular
  brow;   surmounted   by   a   rising   arch   of       parting   between   smooth
  locks    of  pale    reddish    hair。   The    hair   was    drawn     straight    back
  behind the ears; and covered; except for an inch or two above the
  brow; by a net Quaker cap。   The   eyebrows;   of   the   same colour  as
  the    hair;   were     perfectly    horizontal      and    firmly    pencilled;     the
  eyelashes;   though   no   darker;   were   long   and   abundant—nothing
  was left blurred or unfinished。 It was one of those faces that make
  one   think   of   white   flowers   with   light   touches   of   colour   on   their
  pure     petals。   The    eyes   had    no   peculiar    beauty;    beyond     that   of
  expression;   they   looked   so   simple;   so   candid;   so   gravely   loving;
  that   no   accusing   scowl;   no   light   sneer   could   help   melting   away
  before their glance。 Joshua Rann gave a long cough; as if he were
  clearing his throat in order to come to a new understanding with
  himself;      Chad     Cranage       lifted   up    his   leather     skull…cap     and
  scratched   his   head;   and   Wiry   Ben   wondered   how   Seth   had   the
  pluck to think of courting her。
  “A    sweet    woman;”      the   stranger     said  to   himself;   “but    surely
  nature never meant her for a preacher。”
  Perhaps       he   was    one   of   those    who    think    that    nature    has
  theatrical properties and; with the considerate view of facilitating
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  art and psychology; “makes up;” her characters; so that there may
  be no mistake about them。 But Dinah began to speak。
  “Dear   friends;”   she   said   in   a   clear   but   not   loud   voice   “let   us
  pray for a blessing。”
  She    closed    her   eyes;    and   hanging      her   head    down     a  little
  continued in the same moderate tone; as if speaking to some one
  quite   near   her:   “Saviour   of   sinners!   When   a   poor   woman   laden
  with   sins;   went   out   to   the   well   to   draw   water;   she   found   Thee
  sitting at the well。 She knew Thee not; she had not sought Thee;
  her mind was dark; her life was unholy。 But Thou didst speak to
  her;   Thou   didst   teach   her;   Thou   didst   show   her   that   her   life   lay
  open     before    Thee;    and   yet   Thou    wast    ready    to  give   her   that
  blessing which she had never sought。 Jesus; Thou art in the midst
  of us; and Thou knowest all men: if there is any here like that poor
  woman—if  their  minds  are   dark;   their lives   unholy—if  they  have
  come   out   not   seeking   Thee;   not   desiring   to   be   taught;   deal   with
  them   according  to  the   free   mercy  which   Thou   didst   show   to   her
  Speak to them; Lord; open their  ears   to  my  message;   bring  their
  sins to their minds; and make them thirst for that salvation which
  Thou art ready to give。
  “Lord;   Thou   art   with   Thy   people   still:   they   see   Thee     in  the
  night…watches; and their hearts burn within them as Thou talkest
  with them by the way。 And Thou art near to those who have   not
  known   Thee:   open   their  eyes   that   they   may   see   Thee—see   Thee
  weeping over them; and saying ‘Ye will not come unto me that ye
  might     have    life’—see     Thee    hanging     on   the   cross   and    saying;
  ‘Father; forgive them; for they know not what they do’—see Thee
  as   Thou   wilt   come   again   in   Thy   glory   to   judge   them   at   the   last。
  Amen。”
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