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作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9148
  crack    of  the  waggoner’s     whip;   the  roar   of  his  voice;  and   the
  booming thunder of the   waggon;   as   it  left  the   rick…yard   empty  of
  its golden load。
  The milking of the cows was a sight Mrs。 Poyser loved; and at
  this hour on mild days she was usually standing at the house door;
  with    her  knitting   in  her   hands;    in  quiet  contemplation;      only
  heightened to a keener interest when the vicious yellow cow; who
  had    once   kicked   over  a  pailful  of  precious   milk;   was   about   to
  undergo     the   preventive    punishment      of  having   her  hinder…legs
  strapped。
  To…day;   however;   Mrs。   Poyser   gave   but   a   divided   attention   to
  the arrival of the cows; for she was in eager discussion with Dinah;
  who     was   stitching   Mr。   Poyser’s    shirt…collars;  and    had   borne
  patiently to have her thread broken three times by Totty pulling at
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  her arm with a sudden insistence that she should look at “Baby;”
  that is; at a large wooden doll with no legs and a long skirt; whose
  bald   head   Totty;   seated   in   her   small   chair   at   Dinah’s   side;   was
  caressing and pressing to her fat cheek with much fervour。 Totty is
  larger   by   more   than   two   years’   growth   than   when   you   first   saw
  her; and she has on a black frock under her pinafore。 Mrs。 Poyser
  too   has    on   a   black  gown;     which   seems      to  heighten     the   family
  likeness   between   her   and   Dinah。   In   other   respects   there   is   little
  outward       change     now    discernible     in  our    old  friends;    or  in   the
  pleasant house…place; bright with polished oak and pewter。
  “I   never  saw  the   like   to  you;   Dinah;”   Mrs。   Poyser   was   saying;
  “when you’ve once took anything into your head: there’s no more
  moving you than the rooted tree。 You may say what you like; but I
  don’t believe that’s religion; for what’s the Sermon on the   Mount
  about;   as   you’re   so   fond   o’   reading   to   the   boys;   but   doing   what
  other folks ’ud have you do? But if it was anything unreasonable
  they wanted you to do; like taking your  cloak   off  and   giving  it  to
  ’em;   or  letting  ’em   slap   you   i’   the   face;   I   daresay   you’d   be   ready
  enough。 It’s only when one ’ud have you do what’s plain common
  sense and good for yourself; as you’re obstinate th’ other way。”
  “Nay;   dear  Aunt;”   said   Dinah; smiling   slightly   as   she   went   on
  with her work; “I’m sure your wish ’ud be a   reason   for  me  to  do
  anything that I didn’t feel it was wrong to do。”
  “Wrong!   You   drive   me   past   bearing。   What   is   there   wrong;   I
  should like to know; i’ staying along  wi’   your  own   friends; as are
  th’ happier for having you with ’em an’ are willing to provide for
  you;   even   if   your   work    didn’t   more     nor   pay   ’em    for   the  bit   o’
  sparrow’s victual y’ eat and the bit o’ rag you put on? An’ who is it;
  I   should like   to  know; as   you’re  bound   t’   help   and comfort  i’   the
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  world   more   nor  your  own   flesh  and   blood—an’   me   th’   only   aunt
  you’ve got above…ground; an’ am brought to the brink o’ the grave
  welly every winter as comes; an’ there’s the child as sits beside you
  ’ull   break   her   little   heart   when   you   go;   an’   the   grandfather   not
  been dead a twelvemonth; an’ your uncle ’ull miss you so as never
  was—a…lighting   his   pipe   an’   waiting   on   him;   an’   now   I   can   trust
  you wi’ the butter; an’ have had all the trouble o’ teaching you; and
  there’s all the sewing to be done; an’ I must have a strange gell out
  o’ Treddles’on to do it—an’ all because you  must  go  back   to  that
  bare heap o’ stones as the very crows fly over an’ won’t stop at。”
  “Dear   Aunt   Rachel;”   said   Dinah;   looking   up   in   Mrs。   Poyser’s
  face;   “it’s   your   kindness   makes   you   say   I’m   useful   to   you。   You
  don’t really want me now; for Nancy and Molly are clever at their
  work; and you’re in good health now; by the blessing of God; and
  my     uncle    is  of  a   cheerful    countenance        again;   and    you    have
  neighbours and friends not a few—some of them come to sit with
  my     uncle    almost    daily。   Indeed;    you   will   not   miss   me;    and   at
  Snowfield there are brethren and sisters in great need; who have
  none of those comforts you have around you。 I feel that I am called
  back   to   those   amongst   whom   my   lot   was   first   cast。   I   feel   drawn
  again towards the hills where I used to be blessed in carrying the
  word of life to the sinful and desolate。”
  “You feel! yes;” said Mrs。 Poyser; returning from a parenthetic
  glance   at   the   cows;   “that’s   allays   the   reason   I’m   to   sit   down   wi’;
  when you’ve a mind to do anything contrairy。 What do you want to
  be preaching for more   than   you’re   preaching  now?  Don’t  you  go
  off;   the    Lord    knows      where;     every    Sunday      a…preaching       and
  praying?  An’   haven’t  you   got   Methodists   enow   at   Treddles’on   to
  go and look at; if church…folks’s faces are too handsome to please
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  you? An’ isn’t there them i’ this parish as you’ve got under hand;
  and   they’re   like   enough   to   make   friends   wi’   Old   Harry   again   as
  soon as your back’s turned? There’s that Bessy Cranage—she’ll be
  flaunting i’ new finery three weeks after you’re gone; I’ll be bound。
  She’ll no more go on in her new ways without you than a dog ’ull
  stand on its hind…legs when there’s nobody looking。 But I suppose
  it  doesna   matter  so  much about   folks’s   souls   i’   this   country;   else
  you’d   be   for   staying   with   your   own   aunt;   for   she’s   none   so   good
  but what you might help her to be better。”
  There was a certain something in Mrs。 Poyser’s voice just then;
  which she did not wish to be noticed; so she turned round hastily
  to   look   at  the   clock;   and    said:  “See    there!    It’s  tea…time;   an’   if
  Martin’s i’ the rick…yard; he’ll like a cup。 Here; Totty; my chicken;
  let mother put your bonnet on; and then you go out into the rick…
  yard   and   see   if   Father’s   there;   and   tell   him   he   mustn’t   go   away
  again without coming t’ have a cup o’ tea; and tell your brothers to
  come in too。”
  Totty  trotted off in her flapping  bonnet;   while   Mrs。   Poyser  set
  out the bright oak table and reached down the tea…cups。
  “You   talk   o’   them   gells   Nancy   and   Molly   being   clever   i’   their
  work;”   she   began   again;   “it’s   fine   talking。   They’re   all   the   same;
  clever or  stupid—one   can’t  trust  ’em   out  o’   one’s sight  a   minute。
  They want somebody’s eye on ’em constant if they’re to be kept to
  their   work。   An’   suppose   I’m   ill   again   this   winter;   as    I  was    the
  winter  before   last?   Who’s   to   look   after   ’em   then;   if   you’re   gone?
  An’ there’s that blessed child—something’s sure t’ happen to her—
  they’ll   let   her   tumble   into   the   fire;   or   get   at   the  kettle  wi’  the
  boiling lard in’t; or some mischief as ’ull lame her for life; an’ it’ll
  be all your fault; Dinah。”
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  “Aunt;”   said     Dinah;   “I   promise     to  come     back   to  you    in  the
  winter  if  you’re   ill。   Don’t   think   I   will   ever   stay  away   from   you   if
  you’re   in   real   want   of   me。   But;   indeed;   it   is   needful   for   my   own
  soul   that   I   should   go   away   from   this   life   of   ease   and   luxury   in
  which I have all things too richly to enjoy—at least that I should go
  away for a short space。 No one can know but myself what are my
  inward needs; and the besetments I am most in danger from。 Your
  wish for me to stay is not a call of duty which I refuse to hea