第 130 节
作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9195
  find Hetty at Snowfield。”
  Mr。    Poyser’s     good…natured        face   showed      signs    of   troubled
  astonishment。 “Not  find   her?  What’s  happened   to   her?”   he   said;
  his thoughts flying at once to bodily accident。
  “That   I   can’t   tell;  whether   anything’s       happened      to   her。  She
  never   went   to   Snowfield—she   took   the   coach   to   Stoniton;   but   I
  can’t   learn   nothing   of   her   after   she   got   down   from   the   Stoniton
  coach。”
  “Why; you donna mean she’s run away?” said Martin; standing
  still; so puzzled and bewildered that the fact did not yet make itself
  felt as a trouble by him。
  “She must ha’ done;” said Adam。 “She didn’t like our marriage
  when   it   came   to   the   point—that   must   be   it。   She’d   mistook   her
  feelings。”
  Martin   was   silent   for   a   minute   or   two;   looking   on   the   ground
  and rooting up the grass with his spud; without knowing what he
  was     doing。    His   usual    slowness     was    always    trebled     when     the
  subject of speech was painful。 At last he looked up; right in Adam’s
  face; saying; “Then she didna deserve t’ ha’ ye; my lad。 An’ I feel i’
  fault   myself;   for   she   was   my   niece;   and   I   was   allays   hot   for   her
  marr’ing   ye。   There’s   no   amends   I   can   make   ye;   lad—the   more’s
  the pity: it’s a sad cut…up for ye; I doubt。”
  Adam   could   say   nothing;   and   Mr。   Poyser;   after   pursuing   his
  walk   for   a   little   while;   went   on;   “I’ll   be   bound   she’s   gone   after
  trying to get a   lady’s maid’s  place;  for  she’d   got  that  in   her  head
  half a year ago; and wanted me to gi’ my consent。 But I’d thought
  better on her”—he added; shaking his head slowly and sadly—“I’d
  thought better on her; nor to look for this; after she’d gi’en y’ her
  word; an’ everything been got ready。”
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  Adam       had     the   strongest      motives      for   encouraging        this
  supposition   in   Mr。   Poyser;   and   he   even   tried   to   believe     that   it
  might  possibly be   true。   He   had   no   warrant   for   the  certainty   that
  she was gone to Arthur。
  “It was better it should be so;” he said; as quietly as he could; “if
  she felt she couldn’t like me for a husband。 Better run away before
  than   repent   after。   I   hope   you   won’t   look   harshly   on   her   if   she
  comes back; as she may do if she finds it hard to get on away from
  home。”
  “I   canna     look    on   her   as   I’ve   done    before;”     said   Martin
  decisively。   “She’s   acted   bad  by  you;   and by  all   of  us。  But   I’ll   not
  turn my back on her: she’s but a young un; and it’s the first harm
  I’ve knowed on her。 It’ll be a hard job for me to tell her aunt。 Why
  didna Dinah come back wi’ ye? She’d ha’ helped to pacify her aunt
  a bit。”
  “Dinah      wasn’t   at  Snowfield。      She’s   been    gone    to  Leeds    this
  fortnight;   and   I   couldn’t  learn   from   th’   old   woman   any   direction
  where she is at Leeds; else I should ha’ brought it you。”
  “She’d     a  deal   better   be   staying    wi’  her   own    kin;”   said  Mr。
  Poyser; indignantly; “than going preaching among strange folks a…
  that’n。”
  “I must leave you now; Mr。 Poyser;” said Adam; “for I’ve a deal
  to see to。”
  “Aye;   you’d   best   be   after   your   business;   and   I   must   tell   the
  missis when I go home。 It’s a hard job。”
  “But;”     said    Adam;     “I   beg    particular;     you’ll   keep     what’s
  happened quiet for a week or two。 I’ve not told my mother yet; and
  there’s no knowing how things may turn out。”
  “Aye; aye; least said; soonest mended。 We’n no need to say why
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  the match is broke off; an’ we may hear of her  after  a  bit。 Shake
  hands wi’ me; lad: I wish I could make thee amends。”
  There was something in Martin Poyser’s throat at that moment
  which   caused   him   to   bring   out   those   scanty   words   in   rather   a
  broken   fashion。   Yet   Adam   knew   what   they   meant   all   the   better;
  and    the   two   honest     men    grasped     each   other’s   hard    hands    in
  mutual understanding。
  There   was   nothing   now   to   hinder   Adam   from   setting   off。   He
  had   told   Seth   to   go   to   the   Chase   and   leave  a   message    for   the
  squire;    saying    that   Adam     Bede     had   been    obliged    to  start   off
  suddenly on a journey—and to say as much; and no more; to any
  one   else   who   made   inquiries   about   him。   If   the   Poysers   learned
  that he was gone away again; Adam knew they would infer that he
  was gone in search of Hetty。
  He had intended to go right on his way from the Hall Farm; but
  now the impulse which had frequently visited him before—to go to
  Mr。 Irwine; and make a confidant of him—recurred with the new
  force which belongs to a last opportunity。 He was about to start on
  a long journey—a difficult one—by sea—and no soul would know
  where     he   was    gone。   If  anything     happened      to  him?     Or;  if  he
  absolutely      needed     help   in  any    matter    concerning      Hetty?    Mr。
  Irwine was to be trusted; and the feeling which made Adam shrink
  from telling anything which was her secret must give way before
  the   need   there   was   that   she   should   have   some   one   else   besides
  himself     who    would     be   prepared     to   defend    her    in  the   worst
  extremity。 Towards   Arthur;   even   though  he   might  have   incurred
  no   new   guilt;   Adam   felt   that   he   was   not   bound   to   keep   silence
  when Hetty’s interest called on him to speak。
  “I   must   do   it;”   said   Adam;   when   these   thoughts;     which   had
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  spread      themselves      through     hours    of  his   sad   journeying;      now
  rushed upon him in an instant; like  a   wave   that  had   been   slowly
  gathering; “it’s the right thing。 I can’t stand alone in this way any
  longer。”
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  Chapter XXXIX
  The Tidings
  dam turned his face towards Broxton and walked with his
  Aswiftest stride; looking at his watch with the fear that Mr。
  Irwine     might   be   gone   out—hunting;       perhaps。    The   fear
  and  haste   together   produced   a   state   of   strong   excitement  before
  he reached the rectory gate; and outside it he saw the deep marks
  of a recent hoof on the gravel。
  But the hoofs were turned towards the gate; not away from it;
  and though there was   a   horse   against  the   stable   door;   it  was not
  Mr。   Irwine’s:   it   had   evidently   had   a   journey   this   morning;  and
  must belong to some one who had come   on   business。   Mr。   Irwine
  was    at  home;     then;   but   Adam     could   hardly    find  breath    and
  calmness to tell Carroll that he wanted to speak to the rector。 The
  double   suffering   of   certain   and   uncertain   sorrow   had   begun   to
  shake   the  strong  man。   The  butler looked at  him   wonderingly;   as
  he threw himself on a bench in the passage and stared absently at
  the   clock   on   the   opposite   wall。   The   master   had   somebody   with
  him;    he   said;  but   he   heard   the  study  door    open—the      stranger
  seemed to be coming out; and as Adam was in a hurry; he would
  let the master know at once。
  Adam   sat  looking at   the   clock:   the   minute…hand   was   hurrying
  along the last five minutes to ten with a loud; hard; indifferent tick;
  and Adam watched the movement and listened to the sound as if
  he    had   had   some    reason    for  doing   so。  In  our   times   of  bitter
  suffering     there    are   almost    always     these    pauses;    when     our
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