He looked out of the wide-open window across the fields, while the dogs, as usual, took the opportunity of appeasing2 their thirst at his water-jug,—for water lies at the bottom of deep cool wells in Sark, and sensible dogs take their chances when they offer.
Was this the room he had left an hour ago in the fresh of the dawn—a man whose gray future was just beginning to lift its bruised3 head out of the shadows?
Were those gleaming emerald fields the dim wastes he had sped across with his dumb companion, feeling as friendly towards him as towards anything on earth?
Were those trees over there, with the glow of spring-gold in their tender green leaves, the gloomy guardians4 of the churchyard where ghosts walked of a night?
Was that streak5 of blue away beyond the uplands, with the purple film along its rim6, only the sea and a hint of Jersey7, or was it a glimpse of heaven?
Was he, in very truth, that John Graeme who, for thirty days past, had been striving with all his might to root the thought of Margaret Brandt out of his life—and succeeding not at all?
It was the face of a stranger—a stranger with new joy of life in his sparkling eyes—that looked back at him out of the glass, as he plied8 his brushes, and tied his neck-tie with a careful assiduity to which the John Graeme of the past thirty days had been a stranger indeed.
It was amazing. It was almost past belief. Yet this was himself, and there was the gap in the dark hedge—never dark again to him so long as one twig9 of it lived—the gap where he had come upon her standing10 like a goddess of the morning with the glories of the dawn all about her. And somewhere not far away, under this same heavenly blue sky, was Margaret. And there was no sign or hint of Jeremiah Pixley in her atmosphere—nor of Charles Svendt.
What could it possibly all mean?
Miss Penny—Hennie Penny! What a delightfully11 ludicrous name! And what a delightful12 creature she was!—Miss Penny, unless he had been dreaming, had said they had come to get away from things—and people! Now what did she mean by that—if she really had said it and he had not been dreaming?
Was it possible Margaret had come to get away from Jeremiah Pixley and Charles Svendt? On the face of it, it seemed not impossible, for Graeme's only wonder was that she could ever have borne with them so long.
His brain was in a whirl. The eyes of his understanding were as the eyes of one immured13 for thirty days in a dark cell and then dragged suddenly into the full blaze of the sun. If he had just drunk a magnum of champagne14 he could not have felt more elevated, and he would certainly have felt very different. For his eye was clear as a jewel, and his hand was steady as a rock, though his heart had not yet settled to its beat and the red blood danced in his veins15 like fire.
"Jock, my lad," he said to himself, as he got the knot of his tie to his liking16 at last,—"keep a grip of yourself and go steady. Such a thing is enough to throw any man a bit off the rails. Ca' canny17, my lad, ca' canny!"
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1 braces | |
n.吊带,背带;托架( brace的名词复数 );箍子;括弧;(儿童)牙箍v.支住( brace的第三人称单数 );撑牢;使自己站稳;振作起来 | |
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2 appeasing | |
安抚,抚慰( appease的现在分词 ); 绥靖(满足另一国的要求以避免战争) | |
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3 bruised | |
[医]青肿的,瘀紫的 | |
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4 guardians | |
监护人( guardian的名词复数 ); 保护者,维护者 | |
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n.条理,斑纹,倾向,少许,痕迹;v.加条纹,变成条纹,奔驰,快速移动 | |
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v.使用(工具)( ply的过去式和过去分词 );经常供应(食物、饮料);固定往来;经营生意 | |
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n.小树枝,嫩枝;v.理解 | |
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n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
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大喜,欣然 | |
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n.香槟酒;微黄色 | |
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n.纹理;矿脉( vein的名词复数 );静脉;叶脉;纹理 | |
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