第 68 节
作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9293
  This   unreasonable   behaviour   of   the   weather;   however;   could
  displease   no   one   else   in   Hayslope   besides   Mr。   Craig。   All   hands
  were   to  be   out  in   the   meadows   this morning  as soon as   the   dew
  had    risen;   the   wives   and    daughters     did   double    work    in  every
  farmhouse; that the maids might give their help in tossing the hay;
  and when Adam was marching along the lanes; with his basket of
  tools   over   his   shoulder;   he   caught   the   sound   of   jocose   talk   and
  ringing laughter from behind the  hedges。  The  jocose   talk   of  hay…
  makers   is   best   at   a   distance;   like   those   clumsy   bells   round   the
  cows’ necks; it has rather a coarse sound when it comes close; and
  may  even   grate  on  your  ears   painfully;  but   heard   from   far   off;  it
  mingles      very   prettily   with   the   other   joyous    sounds     of  nature。
  Men’s   muscles   move   better   when   their   souls   are   making   merry
  music; though their merriment is of a poor blundering sort; not at
  all like the merriment of birds。
  And perhaps there is no time in a summer’s day more cheering
  than when the warmth of the sun is just beginning to triumph over
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  the freshness of the morning—when there is just a lingering hint
  of early coolness to keep off languor under the delicious influence
  of warmth。 The reason Adam was walking along the lanes at this
  time was because his work for the rest of the day lay at a country…
  house about three miles off; which was being put in repair for the
  son   of   a   neighbouring   squire;   and   he   had   been   busy   since   early
  morning with the packing of panels; doors; and chimney…pieces; in
  a   waggon   which   was   now   gone   on   before   him;   while   Jonathan
  Burge   himself   had   ridden   to   the   spot   on   horseback;   to   await   its
  arrival and direct the workmen。
  This little walk was a rest to Adam; and he was unconsciously
  under   the   charm   of   the   moment。   It   was   summer  morning   in   his
  heart;    and    he   saw   Hetty    in  the   sunshine—a        sunshine     without
  glare;    with    slanting     rays    that   tremble     between      the    delicate
  shadows of the leaves。 He thought; yesterday when he put out his
  hand to her as they came out of church; that there was a touch of
  melancholy kindness in her face; such as he had not seen before;
  and   he   took   it   as   a   sign   that   she   had   some   sympathy   with   his
  family trouble。 Poor fellow! That touch of melancholy came   from
  quite another source; but how was he to know? We look at the one
  little   woman’s  face   we love   as   we   look   at   the   face   of   our   mother
  earth;   and   see   all   sorts   of   answers   to   our   own   yearnings。   It   was
  impossible for Adam not to feel that what had happened in the last
  week      had    brought     the   prospect     of   marriage      nearer     to  him。
  Hitherto he had felt keenly the danger that some other man might
  step   in   and   get   possession   of   Hetty’s   heart   and   hand;   while   he
  himself  was still   in   a position   that  made   him   shrink   from   asking
  her to accept him。 Even if he had had a strong hope that she was
  fond   of   him—and   his   hope   was   far   from   being   strong—he   had
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  been too heavily burdened with other claims to provide a home for
  himself   and   Hetty—a   home   such   as   he   could          expect   her   to   be
  content   with   after   the   comfort   and   plenty   of   the   Farm。   Like   all
  strong     natures;    Adam     had    confidence     in   his  ability   to  achieve
  something   in   the   future;   he   felt   sure   he   should   some   day;   if   he
  lived; be able to maintain a family and make a good broad path for
  himself; but he had too cool a head not to estimate to the full the
  obstacles   that   were   to   be   overcome。   And   the   time   would   be   so
  long!   And   there   was   Hetty;   like   a   bright…cheeked   apple   hanging
  over   the   orchard   wall;   within   sight   of   everybody;   and   everybody
  must   long   for   her!   To   be   sure;   if   she   loved   him   very   much;   she
  would be content to wait for him: but did she love him? His hopes
  had never risen so high that he had dared to ask her。 He was clear…
  sighted   enough  to  be   aware   that  her  uncle  and aunt   would   have
  looked kindly on his suit; and indeed; without this encouragement
  he would never have persevered in going to the Farm; but it was
  impossible       to  come     to  any    but   fluctuating     conclusions      about
  Hetty’s     feelings。    She    was     like  a   kitten;    and    had    the   same
  distractingly pretty looks; that meant nothing; for everybody  that
  came near her。
  But now he   could not  help   saying  to  himself  that  the   heaviest
  part of his burden was removed; and that even before the end of
  another year his circumstances might be brought into a shape that
  would allow him to think of marrying。 It would always be a hard
  struggle   with   his   mother;   he   knew:   she   would   be   jealous   of   any
  wife he might choose; and she had set her mind especially against
  Hetty—perhaps for no other reason than that she suspected Hetty
  to be the woman he had chosen。 It would never do; he feared; for
  his   mother     to  live   in  the   same    house    with    him   when     he   was
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  married; and   yet  how  hard   she  would   think it  if  he   asked   her   to
  leave him! Yes; there was a great deal of pain to be gone through
  with his mother; but it was a case in which he must make her feel
  that his will was strong—it would be better for her in the end。 For
  himself; he would have liked that they should all live together till
  Seth  was   married; and   they  might  have   built  a bit  themselves   to
  the old house; and made more room。 He did not like “to part  wi’
  th’ lad”: they had hardly every been separated for more than a day
  since they were born。
  But    Adam      had    no   sooner     caught    his   imagination      leaping
  forward      in   this  way—making          arrangements        for  an   uncertain
  future—than he  checked  himself。   “A pretty  building  I’m   making;
  without either  bricks   or  timber。   I’m   up   i’   the   garret  a’ready;   and
  haven’t   so   much   as   dug   the   foundation。”   Whenever   Adam             was
  strongly     convinced      of  any    proposition;     it  took   the   form    of  a
  principle in his mind: it was knowledge to be acted on; as much as
  the   knowledge   that   damp   will   cause   rust。   Perhaps   here   lay   the
  secret of the hardness he had accused himself of: he had too little
  fellow…feeling      with   the   weakness      that  errs   in  spite   of  foreseen
  consequences。        Without      this  fellow…feeling;     how    are   we    to  get
  enough       patience     and    charity    towards     our    stumbling;      falling
  companions in the long and changeful journey? And   there   is but
  one    way    in  which     a  strong    determined       soul   can   learn   it—by
  getting his heart…strings bound round the weak and erring; so that
  he   must   share   not   only   the   outward   consequence   of   their   error;
  but   their   inward   suffering。   That   is   a   long   and   hard   lesson;   and
  Adam had at present only learned the alphabet of it in his father’s
  sudden   death;   which;   by   annihilating   in   an   instant   all   that   had
  stimulated his indignation; had sent a sudden rush of thought and
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  memory over what had claimed his pity and tenderness。
  But   it   was   Adam’s   strength;   not   its   correlative   hardness;   that
  influenced his meditations this morning。 He had long made up his
  mind that it would be wrong as well as foolish for him to marry a
  blooming young girl; so long as he had no other prospect than that
  of   growing   poverty   with   a   growi