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简爱(英文版)-第56部分
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r breath; in the second place; you cannot yet accustom yourself to accuse and revile me; and besides; the flood…gates of tears are opened; and they would rush out if you spoke much; and you have no desire to expostulate; to upbraid; to make a scene: you are thinking how to act—talking you consider is of no use。 I know you—I am on my guard。”
“Sir; I do not wish to act against you;” I said; and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my sentence。
“Not in your sense of the word; but in mine you are scheming to destroy me。 You have as good as said that I am a married man—as a married man you will shun me; keep out of my way: just now you have refused to kiss me。 You intend to make yourself a plete stranger to me: to live under this roof only as Adèle’s governess; if ever I say a friendly word to you; if ever a friendly feeling inclines you again to me; you will say;—‘That man had nearly made me his mistress: I must be ice and rock to him;’ and ice and rock you will accordingly bee。”
I cleared and steadied my voice to reply: “All is changed about me; sir; I must change too—there is no doubt of that; and to avoid fluctuations of feeling; and continual bats with recollections and associations; there is only one way—Adèle must have a new governess; sir。”
“Oh; Adèle will go to school—I have settled that already; nor do I mean to torment you with the hideous associations and recollections of Thornfield Hall—this accursed place—this tent of Achan—this insolent vault; offering the ghastliness of living death to the light of the open sky—this narrow stone hell; with its one real fiend; worse than a legion of such as we imagine。 Jane; you shall not stay here; nor will I。 I was wrong ever to bring you to Thornfield Hall; knowing as I did how it was haunted。 I charged them to conceal from you; before I ever saw you; all knowledge of the curse of the place; merely because I feared Adèle never would have a governess to stay if she knew with what inmate she was housed; and my plans would not permit me to remove the maniac elsewhere—though I possess an old house; Ferndean Manor; even more retired and hidden than this; where I could have lodged her safely enough; had not a scruple about the unhealthiness of the situation; in the heart of a wood; made my conscience recoil from the arrangement。 Probably those damp walls would soon have eased me of her charge: but to each villain his own vice; and mine is not a tendency to indirect assassination; even of what I most hate。
“Concealing the mad…woman’s neighbourhood from you; however; was something like covering a child with a cloak and laying it down near a upas…tree: that demon’s vicinage is poisoned; and always was。 But I’ll shut up Thornfield Hall: I’ll nail up the front door and board the lower windows: I’ll give Mrs。 Poole two hundred a year to live here with my wife; as you term that fearful hag: Grace will do much for money; and she shall have her son; the keeper at Grimsby Retreat; to bear her pany and be at hand to give her aid in the paroxysms; when my wife is prompted by her familiar to burn people in their beds at night; to stab them; to bite their flesh from their bones; and so on—”
“Sir;” I interrupted him; “you are inexorable for that unfortunate lady: you speak of her with hate—with vindictive antipathy。 It is cruel—she cannot help being mad。”
“Jane; my little darling (so I will call you; for so you are); you don’t know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because she is mad I hate her。 If you were mad; do you think I should hate you?”
“I do indeed; sir。”
“Then you are mistaken; and you know nothing about me; and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable。 Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear。 Your mind is my treasure; and if it were broken; it would be my treasure still: if you raved; my arms should confine you; and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp; even in fury; would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning; I should receive you in an embrace; at least as fond as it would be restrictive。 I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness; though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes; though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me。—But why do I follow that train of ideas? I was talking of removing you from Thornfield。 All; you know; is prepared for prompt departure: to…morrow you shall go。 I only ask you to endure one more night under this roof; Jane; and then; farewell to its miseries and terrors for ever! I have a place to repair to; which will be a secure sanctuary from hateful reminiscences; from unwele intrusion—even from falsehood and slander。”
“And take Adèle with you; sir;” I interrupted; “she will be a panion for you。”
“What do you mean; Jane? I told you I would send Adèle to school; and what do I want with a child for a panion; and not my own child;—a French dancer’s bastard? Why do you importune me about her! I say; why do you assign Adèle to me for a panion?”
“You spoke of a retirement; sir; and retirement and solitude are dull: too dull for you。”
“Solitude! solitude!” he reiterated with irritation。 “I see I must e to an explanation。 I don’t know what sphynx…like expression is forming in your countenance。 You are to share my solitude。 Do you understand?”
I shook my head: it required a degree of courage; excited as he was being; even to risk that mute sign of dissent。 He had been walking fast about the room; and he stopped; as if suddenly rooted to one spot。 He looked at me long and hard: I turned my eyes from him; fixed them on the fire; and tried to assume and maintain a quiet; collected aspect。
“Now for the hitch in Jane’s character;” he said at last; speaking more calmly than from his look I had expected him to speak。 “The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there would e a knot and a puzzle: here it is。 Now for vexation; and exasperation; and endless trouble! By God! I long to exert a fraction of Samson’s strength; and break the entanglement like tow!”
He remenced his walk; but soon again stopped; and this time just before me。
“Jane! will you hear reason?” (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear); “because; if you won’t; I’ll try violence。” His voice was hoarse; his look that of a man who is just about to burst an insufferable bond and plunge headlong into wild license。 I saw that in another moment; and with one impetus of frenzy more; I should be able to do nothing with him。 The present—the passing second of time—was all I had in which to control and restrain him—a movement of repulsion; flight; fear would have sealed my doom;—and his。 But I was not afraid: not in the least。 I felt an inward power; a sense of influence; which supported me。 The crisis was perilous; but not without its charm: such as the Indian; perhaps; feels when he slips over the rapid in his canoe。 I took hold of his clenched hand; loosened the contorted fingers; and said to him; soothingly—
“Sit down; I’ll talk to you as long as you like; and hear all you have to say; whether reasonable or unreasonable。”
He sat down: but he did not get leave to speak directly。 I had been struggling with tears for some time: I had taken great pains to repress them; because I knew he would not like to see me weep。 Now; however; I considered it well to let them flow as freely and as long as they liked。 If the flood annoyed him; so much the better。 So I gave way and cried heartily。
Soon I heard him earnestly entreating me to be posed。 I said I could not while he was in such a passion。
“But I am not angry; Jane: I only love you too well; and you had steeled your little pale face with such a resolute; frozen look; I could not endure it。 Hush; now; and wipe your eyes。”
His softened voice announced that he was subdued; so I; in my turn; became calm。 Now he made an effort to rest his head on my shoulder; but I would not permit it。 Then he would draw me to him: no。
“Jane! Jane!” he said; in such an accent of bitter sadness it thrilled along every nerve I had; “you don’t love me; then? It was only my station; and the rank of my wife; that you valued? Now that you think me disqualified to bee your husband; you recoil from my touch as if I were some toad or ape。”
These words cut me: yet what could I do or I say? I ought probably to have done or said nothing; but I was so tortured by a sense of remorse at thus hurting his feelings; I could not control the wish to drop balm where I had wounded。
“I do love you;” I said; “more than ever: but I must not show or indulge the feeling: and this is the last time I must express it。”
“The last time; Jane! What! do you think you can live with me; and see me daily; and yet; if you still love me; be always cold and distant?”
“No; sir; that I am certain I could not; and therefore I see there is but one way: but you will be furious if I mention it。”
“Oh; mention it! If I storm; you have the art of weeping。”
“Mr。 Rochester; I must leave you。”
“For how long; Jane? For a few minutes; while you smooth your hair—which is somewhat dishevelled; and bathe your face—which looks feverish?”
“I must leave Adèle and Thornfield。 I must part with you for my whole life: I must begin a new existence among strange faces and strange scenes。”
“Of course: I told you you should。 I pass over the madness about parting from me。 You mean you must bee a part of me。 As to the new existence; it is all right: you shall yet be my wife: I am not married。 You shall be Mrs。 Rochester—both virtually and nominally。 I shall keep only to you so long as you and I live。 You shall go to a place I have in the south of France: a whitewashed villa on the shores of the Mediterranean。 There you shall live a happy; and guarded; and most innocent life。 Never fear that I wish to lure you into error—to make you my mistress。 Why did you shake your head? Jane; you must be reasonable; or in truth I shall again bee frantic。”
His voice and hand quivered: his large nostrils dilated; his eye blazed: still I dared to speak。
“Sir; your wife is living: that is a fact acknowledged this morning by yourself。 If I lived with you as you desire; I should then be your mistress: to say otherwise is sophistical—is false。”
“Jane; I am not a gentle…tempered man—you forget that: I am not long…enduring; I am not cool and dispassionate。 Out of pity to me and yourself; put your finger on my pulse; feel how it throbs; and— beware!”
He bared his wrist; and offered it to me: the blood was forsaking his cheek and lips; they were growing livid; I was distressed on all hands。 To agitate him thus deeply; by a resistance he so abhorred; was cruel: to yield was out of the question。 I did what human beings do instinctively when they are driven to utter extremity— looked for aid to one higher than man: the words “God help me!” burst involuntarily from my lips。
“I am a fool!” cried Mr。 Rochester suddenly。 “I keep telling her I am not married; and do not explain to her why。 I forget she knows nothing of the character of that woman; or of the circumstances attending my infernal union with her。 Oh; I am certain Jane will agree with me in opinion; when she knows all that I know! Just put your hand in mine; Ja—that I may have the evidence of touch as well as sight; to prove you are near me—and I will in a few words show you the real state of the case。 Can you listen to me
“Yes; sir; for hours if you will。”
“I ask only minutes。 Jane; did you ever hear or know at I was not the eldest son of my house: that I had once a brother older than I?”
“I remember Mrs。 Fairfax told me so once。”
“And did you ever hear that my father was an avaricious; grasping man?”
“I have understood something to that effect。”
“Well; Jane; being so; it was his resolution to keep the property together; he could not bear the idea of dividing his estate and leaving me a fair portion: all; he resolved; should go to my brother; Rowland。 Yet as little could he endure that a son of his should be a poor man。 I must be provided fo
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