The young gipsy opened her eyes with astonishment6 remembering, with surprise and delight, that the voice of Catherine would no more trouble her, calling, "Myrtle! Myrtle! where are you, you idle child?" she smiled, and listened to what gave her pleasure, the note of the thrush singing among the trees.
Near at hand a spring was bubbling out of a cleft7; the girl had but to look round to see the living stream running, sparkling and clear, amidst the long grass. From the rock high overhead hung an arbutus loaded with its gorgeous freight of scarlet8 berries.
Though Myrtle was thirsty she felt too idle to move amongst all this beauty and all this harmony, and she dropped her pretty brown face, smiling and admiring the daylight through her long dark lashes9.
"This is how I am always going to be," she said. "How can I help it? I am an idle girl. I was made so."
Dreaming in this lazy way, the picture rose up in her mind of the farm-yard with the proud cock strutting10 among his hens, and then she remembered the eggs, how they used to find them in the straw in some corner of the barn.
"If I had a couple of hard-boiled eggs," she thought, "just like those Fritz had yesterday in his bag, with a crust of bread and a little salt, I should like it very well. But what signifies? When you can't get eggs you have blackberries and whinberries."
"There are some here," she said; "I can smell them."
She was right. The wood was full of them.
In another minute, not hearing the thrush, she raised herself on her elbow and noticed the bird picking at the arbutus-berries.
Then she went to the brook14 and took a little clear water in her hollow hand, and observed that there was plenty of watercress.
Then she remembered what she had never taken the trouble to think of before, some words of the curé, Niclausse about the birds of the air that God provided for, and the lilies of the field that were more beautiful than the glory of Solomon, and she remembered the lesson about not being anxious for food and clothing, and thought that that would just suit her, for she did not think of any of the teaching of the same great Teacher about industry, and frugality15, and living honestly, and so she came to the satisfying conclusion that the true heathens were Catherine and all her people, who were so foolish and wicked as to plough, and sow, and reap, while she was the good Christian16, because she was as idle as the day was long.
She was still dwelling17 on these satisfactory deductions18 when there was a sudden rustling among the dead leaves and a noise of footsteps.
She was going to run away when a gipsy lad of eighteen or twenty appeared before her—a tall, lithe19, dark fellow with thick woolly hair, shining black eyes, and thick parted lips.
His eyes glittered as he cried—
"Almâni!"
"Almâni!" replied Myrtle, moved with much interest.
"Ha, ha!" cried the lad, "what gang do you go with?"
"I don't know—I am looking for it."
And without any concealment20 she told him how Brémer had found her and brought her up, and how she had escaped yesterday from his house.
The young gipsy grinned, and showed a long double row of white teeth.
"I am going to Hazlach," he cried. "To-morrow there's a fête there; our band will all be there—Pfiffer Karl, Melchior, Blue-Titmouse, Fritz the clarionet, Coucou-Peter, and Magpie21. The women are going fortune-telling, and we play the music. If you like, you may go with me."
"I will," said Myrtle, looking down.
Then he kissed her, laid his bag upon her back, and grasping his stick in both his hands, he cried—
"Now you are my wife! You will carry the bag for me, and I will keep you. Forward!"
And now Myrtle, lazy as she had always been at the farm, started off with all possible willingness.
He followed her, singing, and tumbling over on his hands and feet to express his joy!
From that day Myrtle has never been heard of.
Fritz almost died of grief when he found that she did not return; but a few years later he found comfort in marrying Gredel Dich, the miller's daughter, a fine, stout22, active girl, who made him an excellent wife; and Catherine, his mother, was quite pleased, for Gredel Dich was quite an heiress!
Only Brémer could not be comforted; he was as fond of Myrtle as if she had been his own child, and he drooped23 visibly from day to day.
One winter's day when he had got up, and was looking out of the window, he saw a ragged24 but pretty gipsy girl passing through the village covered with snow, and with a heavy bag upon her shoulders, and sat down again with a deep sigh.
"What is the matter, Brémer?" asked his wife.
There was no answer. She came close. His eyes were closing. There he lay dead.
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n.独居( solitude的名词复数 );孤独;荒僻的地方;人迹罕至的地方 | |
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