Harry had recovered consciousness, but it could not be said that he had "come to himself." "Beautiful Harry," with all his hopes and ardours, his dreams and sensibilities, had run away like a gipsy, and in his place was a new Harry, blind and mad, who moaned and laughed, with stony2 silences, and now and then strange fits of struggling as if the runaway3 gipsy strove to come back.
Dr. Espinette refused to say whether this state was permanent or merely temporary. Neither could he be sure whether it was due to his injuries or to the shock[Pg 50] of finding himself blind. Reuben felt practically convinced that his brother was sane4 during the few moments he had spoken to him alone, but the doctor seemed doubtful.
Reuben was glad to escape into his farm work. The atmosphere of sickness was like a cloud, which grew blacker and blacker the nearer one came to its heart. Its heart was that little room in the gable, where he spent those wretched nights, disturbed by Harry's moaning. Out of doors, in the yard or the cowshed or the stable, he breathed a cleaner atmosphere. The heaviness, the vague remorse5, grew lighter6. And strange to say, out on Boarzell, which was the cause of his trouble, they grew lightest of all.
Somehow out there was a wider life, a life which took no reck of sickness or horror or self-reproach. The wind which stung his face and roughed his hair, the sun which tanned his nape as he bent7 to his work, the smell of the earth after rain, the mists that brewed8 in the hollows at dusk, and at dawn slunk like spirits up to the clouds ... they were all part of something too great to take count of human pain—so much greater than he that in it he could forget his trouble, and find ease and hope and purpose—even though he was fighting it.
He mildly scandalised his neighbours by blasting—privately this time—the tree stumps9 yet in the ground. According to their ethics10 he should have accepted Harry's accident as the voice of Providence11 and abstained12 from his outlandish methods—also some felt that it was a matter of delicacy13 and decent feeling not to repeat that which had had such dire14 consequences for his brother. "I wonder he can bear to do it," said Ginner, when 'Bang! Bang!' came over the hummocks15 to Socknersh.
But Reuben did it because he was not going to be beaten in any respect by his land. He was not going to accept defeat in the slightest instance. So he blew up[Pg 51] the stumps, tidied the ground, and spread manure16—and more manure—and yet more manure.
Manure was his great idea at that moment. He had carefully tilled and turned the soil, and he fed it with manure as one crams17 chickens. It was of poor quality marl, mostly lime on the high ground, with a larger proportion of clay beside the ditch. Reuben's plan was to fatten18 it well before he sowed his seed. Complaints of his night-soil came all the way from Grandturzel; Vennal, humorously inclined, sent him a bag of rotten fish; on the rare occasions his work allowed him to meet other farmers at the Cocks, his talk was all of lime, guano, and rape-cake, with digressions on the possibilities of seaweed. He was manure mad.
The neighbours despised and mistrusted his enthusiasm. There he was, thinking of nothing but his land, when Harry, his only brother, lay worse than dying. But Reuben often thought of Harry.
One thing he noticed, and that was that the housework was always done for him by his mother as if there were no sickness to fill her time. Always when he came home of an evening, his supper was waiting for him, hot and savoury. He breakfasted whenever he had a mind, and there were slices of cold pie or dabs19 of bread and meat for him to take out and eat as he worked—he had no time to come home to dinner now. Really his mother was tumbling to things wonderfully well—she looked a little tired sometimes, it is true, and the lines of her face were growing thinner, but she was saving him seven shillings a month and the girl's food; and all that money and food was feeding the hungry earth.
Naomi helped her with the nursing, and also a little about the house. She had refused to go home to Rye, though Harry did not seem to recognise her.
"For sometimes," she said, "I think he does."
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1 harry | |
vt.掠夺,蹂躏,使苦恼 | |
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adj.心智健全的,神志清醒的,明智的,稳健的 | |
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n.痛恨,悔恨,自责 | |
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n.打火机,点火器;驳船;v.用驳船运送;light的比较级 | |
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调制( brew的过去式和过去分词 ); 酝酿; 沏(茶); 煮(咖啡) | |
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(被砍下的树的)树桩( stump的名词复数 ); 残肢; (板球三柱门的)柱; 残余部分 | |
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n.伦理学;伦理观,道德标准 | |
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