第 18 节
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  that deep…toned sublime symphony Of thanksgiving? 。 。 。  A fiery finger was still Scorching into his heart some dread sentence。  His will; Like a wind that is put to no purpose; was wild At its work of destruction within him。  The child Of an infidel age; he had been his own god; His own devil。                He sat on the damp mountain sod; and stared sullenly up at the dark sky。                                         The clouds Had heap'd themselves over the bare west in crowds Of misshapen; incongruous potents。  A green Streak of dreary; cold; luminous ether; between The base of their black barricades; and the ridge Of the grim world; gleam'd ghastly; as under some bridge; Cyclop…sized; in a city of ruins o'erthrown By sieges forgotten; some river; unknown And unnamed; widens on into desolate lands。 While he gazed; that cloud…city invisible hands Dismantled and rent; and reveal'd; through a loop In the breach'd dark; the blemish'd and half…broken hoop Of the moon; which soon silently sank; and anon The whole supernatural pageant was gone。 The wide night; discomforted; conscious of loss; Darken'd round him。  One object alonethat gray cross Glimmer'd faint on the dark。  Gazing up; he descried; Through the void air; its desolate arms outstretch'd; wide; As though to embrace him。                           He turn'd from the sight; Set his face to the darkness; and fled。
  XII。
  When the light Of the dawn grayly flicker'd and glared on the spent Wearied ends of the night; like a hope that is sent To the need of some grief when its need is the sorest; He was sullenly riding across the dark forest Toward Luchon。                Thus riding; with eyes of defiance Set against the young day; as disclaiming alliance With aught that the day brings to man; he perceived Faintly; suddenly; fleetingly; through the damp…leaved Autumn branches that put forth gaunt arms on his way; The face of a man pale and wistful; and gray With the gray glare of morning。  Eugene de Luvois; With the sense of a strange second sight; when he saw That phantom…like face; could at once recognize; By the sole instinct now left to guide him; the eyes Of his rival; though fleeting the vision and dim; With a stern sad inquiry fix'd keenly on him; And; to meet it; a lie leap'd at once to his own; A lie born of that lying darkness now grown Over all in his nature!  He answer'd that gaze With a look which; if ever a man's look conveys More intensely than words what a man means convey'd Beyond doubt in its smile an announcement which said; 〃I have triumph'd。  The question your eyes would imply Comes too late; Alfred Vargrave!〃                                    And so he rode by; And rode on; and rode gayly; and rode out of sight; Leaving that look behind him to rankle and bite。
  XIII。
  And it bit; and it rankled。
  XIV。
  Lord Alfred; scarce knowing; Or choosing; or heeding the way he was going; By one wild hope impell'd; by one wild fear pursued; And led by one instinct; which seem'd to exclude From his mind every human sensation; save one The torture of doubthad stray'd moodily on; Down the highway deserted; that evening in which With the Duke he had parted; stray'd on; through rich Haze of sunset; or into the gradual night; Which darken'd; unnoticed; the land from his sight; Toward Saint Saviour; nor did the changed aspect of all The wild scenery around him avail to recall To his senses their normal perceptions; until; As he stood on the black shaggy brow of the hill At the mouth of the forest; the moon; which had hung Two dark hours in a cloud; slipp'd on fire from among The rent vapors; and sunk o'er the ridge of the world。 Then he lifted his eyes; and saw round him unfurl'd; In one moment of splendor; the leagues of dark trees; And the long rocky line of the wild Pyrenees。 And he knew by the milestone scored rough on the face Of the bare rock; he was but two hours from the place Where Lucile and Luvois must have met。  This same track The Duke must have traversed; perforce; to get back To Luchon; not yet then the Duke had returned! He listen'd; he look'd up the dark; but discern'd Not a trace; not a sound of a horse by the way。 He knew that the night was approaching to day。 He resolved to proceed to Saint Saviour。  The morn; Which; at last; through the forest broke chill and forlorn; Reveal'd to him; riding toward Luchon; the Duke。 'Twas then that the two men exchanged look for look。
  XV。
  And the Duke's rankled in him。
  XVI。
  He rush'd on。  He tore His path through the thicket。  He reach'd the inn door; Roused the yet drowsing porter; reluctant to rise; And inquired for the Countess。  The man rubb'd his eyes; The Countess was gone。  And the Duke?                                       The man stared A sleepy inquiry。                    With accents that scared The man's dull sense awake; 〃He; the stranger;〃 he cried; 〃Who had been there that night!〃                                  The man grinn'd and replied; With a vacant intelligence; 〃He; oh ay; ay! He went after the lady。〃                           No further reply Could he give。  Alfred Vargrave demanded no more; Flung a coin to the man; and so turn'd from the door。 〃What! the Duke; then; the night in that lone inn had pass'd? In that lone innwith her!〃  Was that look he had cast When they met in the forest; that look which remain'd On his mind with its terrible smile; thus explain'd?
  XVII。
  The day was half turn'd to the evening; before He re…entered Luchon; with a heart sick and sore。 In the midst of a light crowd of babblers; his look; By their voices attracted; distinguished the Duke; Gay; insolent; noisy; with eyes sparkling bright; With laughter; shrill; airy; continuous。                                          Right Through the throng Alfred Vargrave; with swift sombre stride; Glided on。  The Duke noticed him; turn'd; stepp'd aside; And; cordially grasping his hand; whisper'd low; 〃O; how right have you been!  There can never beno; Neverany more contest between us!  Milord; Let us henceforth be friends!〃                                Having utter'd that word; He turn'd lightly round on his heel; and again His gay laughter was heard; echoed loud by that train Of his young imitators。                         Lord Alfred stood still; Rooted; stunn'd; to the spot。  He felt weary and ill; Out of heart with his own heart; and sick to the soul With a dull; stifling anguish he could not control。 Does he hear in a dream; through the buzz of the crowd; The Duke's blithe associates; babbling aloud Some comment upon his gay humor that day? He never was gayer: what makes him so gay? 'Tis; no doubt; say the flatterers; flattering in tune; Some vestal whose virtue no tongue dare impugn Has at last found a Marswho; of course; shall be nameless; That vestal that yields to Mars ONLY is blameless! Hark! hears he a name which; thus syllabled; stirs All his heart into tumult? 。 。 。 Lucile de Nevers With the Duke's coupled gayly; in some laughing; light; Free allusion?  Not so as might give him the right To turn fiercely round on the speaker; but yet To a trite and irreverent compliment set!
  XVIII。
  Slowly; slowly; usurping that place in his soul Where the thought of Lucile was enshrined; did there roll Back again; back again; on its smooth downward course O'er his nature; with gather'd momentum and force; THE WORLD。
  XIX。
  〃No!〃 he mutter'd; 〃she cannot have sinn'd! True! women there are (self…named women of mind!) Who love rather libertyliberty; yes! To choose and to leavethan the legalized stress Of the lovingest marriage。  But sheis she so? I will not believe it。  Lucile! O no; no! Not Lucile!             〃But the world? and; ah; what would it say? O the look of that man; and his laughter; to…day! The gossip's light question! the slanderous jest! She is right! no; we could not be happy。  'Tis best As it is。  I will write to herwrite; O my heart! And accept her farewell。  OUR farewell! must we part Part thus; thenforever; Lucile?  Is it so? Yes! I feel it。  We could not be happy; I know。 'Twas a dream! we must waken!〃
  XX。
  With head bow'd; as though By the weight of the heart's resignation; and slow Moody footsteps; he turned to his inn。                                        Drawn apart From the gate; in the courtyard; and ready to start; Postboys mounted; portmanteaus packed up and made fast; A travelling…carriage; unnoticed; he pass'd。 He order'd his horse to be ready anon: Sent; and paid; for the reckoning; and slowly pass'd on; And ascended the staircase; and enter'd his room。 It was twilight。  The chamber was dark in the gloom Of the evening。  He listlessly kindled a light On the mantel…piece; there a large card caught his sight A large card; a stout card; well…printed and plain; Nothing flourishing; flimsy; affected; or vain。 It gave a respectable look to the slab That it lay on。  The name was
  SIR RIDLEY MACNAB。
  Full familiar to him was the name that he saw; For 'twas that of his own future uncle…in…law。 Mrs。 Darcy's rich brother; the banker; well known As wearing the longest philacteried gow