第 42 节
作者:铲除不公      更新:2021-10-21 08:52      字数:9322
  was too great for her to do more than slightly move it; and with a
  desperate sigh she ran on again; having lost many valuable seconds。
  But her attempt; though ineffectual in dragging it down; had been
  enough to unsettle the little bridge; and when Derriman reached the
  middle; which he did half a minute later; the plank turned over on
  its edge; tilting him bodily into the river。  The water was not
  remarkably deep; but as the yeoman fell flat on his stomach he was
  completely immersed; and it was some time before he could drag
  himself out。  When he arose; dripping on the bank; and looked
  around; Anne had vanished from the mead。  Then Festus's eyes glowed
  like carbuncles; and he gave voice to fearful imprecations; shaking
  his fist in the soft summer air towards Anne; in a way that was
  terrible for any maiden to behold。  Wading back through the stream;
  he walked along its bank with a heavy tread; the water running from
  his coat…tails; wrists; and the tips of his ears; in silvery
  dribbles; that sparkled pleasantly in the sun。  Thus he hastened
  away; and went round by a by…path to the hall。
  Meanwhile the author of his troubles was rapidly drawing nearer to
  the mill; and soon; to her inexpressible delight; she saw Bob coming
  to meet her。  She had heard the flounce; and; feeling more secure
  from her pursuer; had dropped her pace to a quick walk。  No sooner
  did she reach Bob than; overcome by the excitement of the moment;
  she flung herself into his arms。  Bob instantly enclosed her in an
  embrace so very thorough that there was no possible danger of her
  falling; whatever degree of exhaustion might have given rise to her
  somewhat unexpected action; and in this attitude they silently
  remained; till it was borne in upon Anne that the present was the
  first time in her life that she had ever been in such a position。
  Her face then burnt like a sunset; and she did not know how to look
  up at him。  Feeling at length quite safe; she suddenly resolved not
  to give way to her first impulse to tell him the whole of what had
  happened; lest there should be a dreadful quarrel and fight between
  Bob and the yeoman; and great difficulties caused in the Loveday
  family on her account; the miller having important wheat
  transactions with the Derrimans。
  'You seem frightened; dearest Anne;' said Bob tenderly。
  'Yes;' she replied。  'I saw a man I did not like the look of; and he
  was inclined to follow me。  But; worse than that; I am troubled
  about the French。  O Bob! I am afraid you will be killed; and my
  mother; and John; and your father; and all of us hunted down!'
  'Now I have told you; dear little heart; that it cannot be。  We
  shall drive 'em into the sea after a battle or two; even if they
  land; which I don't believe they will。  We've got ninety sail of the
  line; and though it is rather unfortunate that we should have
  declared war against Spain at this ticklish time; there's enough for
  all。'  And Bob went into elaborate statistics of the navy; army;
  militia; and volunteers; to prolong the time of holding her。  When
  he had done speaking he drew rather a heavy sigh。
  'What's the matter; Bob?'
  'I haven't been yet to offer myself as a sea…fencible; and I ought
  to have done it long ago。'
  'You are only one。  Surely they can do without you?'
  Bob shook his head。  She arose from her restful position; her eye
  catching his with a shamefaced expression of having given way at
  last。  Loveday drew from his pocket a paper; and said; as they
  slowly walked on; 'Here's something to make us brave and patriotic。
  I bought it in Budmouth。  Isn't it a stirring picture?'
  It was a hieroglyphic profile of Napoleon。  The hat represented a
  maimed French eagle; the face was ingeniously made up of human
  carcases; knotted and writhing together in such directions as to
  form a physiognomy; a band; or stock; shaped to resemble the English
  Channel; encircled his throat; and seemed to choke him; his
  epaulette was a hand tearing a cobweb that represented the treaty of
  peace with England; and his ear was a woman crouching over a dying
  child。 *
  * Vide Preface。
  'It is dreadful!' said Anne。  'I don't like to see it。'
  She had recovered from her emotion; and walked along beside him with
  a grave; subdued face。  Bob did not like to assume the privileges of
  an accepted lover and draw her hand through his arm; for; conscious
  that she naturally belonged to a politer grade than his own; he
  feared lest her exhibition of tenderness were an impulse which
  cooler moments might regret。  A perfect Paul…and…Virginia life had
  not absolutely set in for him as yet; and it was not to be hastened
  by force。  When they had passed over the bridge into the mill…front
  they saw the miller standing at the door with a face of concern。
  'Since you have been gone;' he said; 'a Government man has been
  here; and to all the houses; taking down the numbers of the women
  and children; and their ages and the number of horses and waggons
  that can be mustered; in case they have to retreat inland; out of
  the way of the invading army。'
  The little family gathered themselves together; all feeling the
  crisis more seriously than they liked to express。  Mrs。 Loveday
  thought how ridiculous a thing social ambition was in such a
  conjuncture as this; and vowed that she would leave Anne to love
  where she would。  Anne; too; forgot the little peculiarities of
  speech and manner in Bob and his father; which sometimes jarred for
  a moment upon her more refined sense; and was thankful for their
  love and protection in this looming trouble。
  On going upstairs she remembered the paper which Farmer Derriman had
  given her; and searched in her bosom for it。  She could not find it
  there。  'I must have left it on the table;' she said to herself。  It
  did not matter; she remembered every word。  She took a pen and wrote
  a duplicate; which she put safely away。
  But Anne was wrong。  She had; after all; placed the paper where she
  supposed; and there it ought to have been。  But in escaping from
  Festus; when he feigned apoplexy; it had fallen out upon the grass。
  Five minutes after that event; when pursuer and pursued were two or
  three fields ahead; the gaily…dressed woman whom the yeoman had
  overtaken; peeped cautiously through the stile into the corner of
  the field which had been the scene of the scramble; and seeing the
  paper she climbed over; secured it; loosened the wafer without
  tearing the sheet; and read the memorandum within。  Unable to make
  anything of its meaning; the saunterer put it in her pocket; and;
  dismissing the matter from her mind; went on by the by…path which
  led to the back of the mill。  Here; behind the hedge; she stood and
  surveyed the old building for some time; after which she
  meditatively turned; and retraced her steps towards the Royal
  watering…place。
  XXVI。  THE ALARM
  The night which followed was historic and memorable。  Mrs。 Loveday
  was awakened by the boom of a distant gun:  she told the miller; and
  they listened awhile。  The sound was not repeated; but such was the
  state of their feelings that Mr。 Loveday went to Bob's room and
  asked if he had heard it。  Bob was wide awake; looking out of the
  window; he had heard the ominous sound; and was inclined to
  investigate the matter。  While the father and son were dressing they
  fancied that a glare seemed to be rising in the sky in the direction
  of the beacon hill。  Not wishing to alarm Anne and her mother; the
  miller assured them that Bob and himself were merely going out of
  doors to inquire into the cause of the report; after which they
  plunged into the gloom together。  A few steps' progress opened up
  more of the sky; which; as they had thought; was indeed irradiated
  by a lurid light; but whether it came from the beacon or from a more
  distant point they were unable to clearly tell。  They pushed on
  rapidly towards higher ground。
  Their excitement was merely of a piece with that of all men at this
  critical juncture。  Everywhere expectation was at fever heat。  For
  the last year or two only five…and…twenty miles of shallow water had
  divided quiet English homesteads from an enemy's army of a hundred
  and fifty thousand men。  We had taken the matter lightly enough;
  eating and drinking as in the days of Noe; and singing satires
  without end。  We punned on Buonaparte and his gunboats; chalked his
  effigy on stage…coaches; and published the same in prints。  Still;
  between these bursts of hilarity; it was sometimes recollected that
  England was the only European country which had not succumbed to the
  mighty little man who was less than human in feeling; and more than
  human in will; that our spirit for resistance was greater than our
  strength; and that the Channel was often calm。  Boats built of wood
  which was greenly growing in its native forest three days before it
  was bent as wales to their sides; were ridiculous enough; but they
  might be; after all; sufficient for a single trip between two
  visible shores。
  The English watched Buonaparte in these preparations; and Buonaparte
  watched the English。  At the distance of Boulogne details were lost;
  but we were impressed on fine days by the novel sight of a huge army
  moving and twinkling like a school