Had Jason fainted, as I thought he had, his enemy would have been upon him before I was aware of his presence even. As it was, in an instant I had interposed my body between them.
For a full minute, perhaps, we remained thus, like figures of stone, before I found my voice.
“You can go back,” I said, never taking my eyes off him. “It’s too late.”
He gave no answer, nor did he change his position.
“I won’t appeal to you,” I said, “by any claim of old friendship, to leave this poor wretch1 in peace. If common humanity can make no way with you, how shall any words of mine?”
He made a little sidling movement, to which I corresponded with a like.
“You’re welcome to measure your strength with mine,” I said. “You’ll have to do it before you can think to get at him.”
He looked at me with glittering eyes, as if debating my power to stop him.
He spoke3 at last, screwing out an ugly high little chuckle4, with a straining of his whole body, like a cock crowing.
“Why, so have I!” he said. “There’s a place waiting for the two of us among the blessed saints, while she’s frying down below.”
“It was hers to forgive, and she has forgiven, I know. Be merciful and worthy5 of her you are to meet some day.”
“What can I do more disinterested6, then, than send him repentant7 to sit with her. There’s a noble revenge to take! If he’d stopped in London I’d have allowed him a little longer, perhaps; but, as he wants to escape, I must make sure, or the devil might have me by the leg, you see.”
All the time we spoke, Jason was cowering8 among the hay, his breath sounding in quick gasps9. Now he gave out a pitiful moan, and Duke bent10 his head waiting for a repetition, as if it were music to him.
“For the last time, be merciful, Duke.”
“Well, so I will.”
He spoke looking up at me, with his head still bent sideways, and, in that position, felt in one of his pockets.
“If the gentleman will condescend11 to take this,” he said, standing12 suddenly erect13 and holding out a little white paper packet in his hand, “I will go and welcome. But I must see him swallow it first.”
“Poison?”
“Not at all. A love potion—nothing more.”
Duke stole toward me insidiously14, holding out the paper. The moment he was within reach I struck it out of his hand. While my arm was yet in the air, he came with a rush at me—caught his foot in a projecting root—staggered and fell with a sliding thump15 upon the grass.
“Keep behind!” I shouted to Jason, who was uttering incoherent cries and running to and fro like a thing smitten16 with a sunstroke. He stopped at sound of my voice; then came and clung to me, feeling me to be his last hope.
For a moment Duke lay as if stunned17; then slowly gathered himself together and rose to his feet—rose only to collapse18 again, with a snarling19 curse of agony. He glowered20 up at us, moaning and muttering, and nursing his injured limb; for so it seemed that, in falling, he had cruelly twisted and sprained21 one of his ankles.
When the truth broke upon me I turned round upon my brother with a great breath of gratitude22 and relief.
“Run!” I cried. “You can be miles away before he will be able to move, even.”
Jason leaped from me, his eyes staring maniacally23.
“You fool!” I cried; “go! Leave him to me! You can be at Southampton before he is out of the field here. Even if he is able to walk by morning, which I doubt, he has me to reckon with!”
Some little nerve came to him, once standing outside the baneful24 influence of the eyes. He dashed his hand across his forehead, gave me one rapid, wild glance of gratitude and renewed hope, and, turning, ran for his life into the darkness.
I almost stumbled over him as I turned the corner. He had rolled and struggled so far in his rabid frenzy26; and now, seeing me come back alone, he set up a yell of rage, reviling27 and cursing me and hurling28 impotent lightnings of hate after his escaped victim.
Gradually the storm of his passion mouthed itself away and he lay silent on the ground like a dead thing. Then I moved to him; knelt and softly pulled him by the sleeve.
“What? My heart?” He spoke with his face in the grass. “Bind it in a sling30, you fool—it’s a heavy stone—and smite31 the accursed Philistine32 on the forehead with it.”
“Has this bitter trouble dehumanized you altogether? Do you blame me in this? He was my brother.”
“And you were my friend. What is the value of it all? I would have crushed you like a beetle33 if you stood in my way to him. Deviltry is the only happiness. I think he was beforehand with me in that. What a poor idiot to let him be! I might have enjoyed a minute’s bliss34 for the price of my soul, and now my only hope of it is by killing35 him.”
“That you shall never do if I can prevent it.”
He rolled over on his back, thrust his arms beneath his head and lay staring at me with deeply melancholy36 eyes.
“Forever, Duke!”
“Between us two? Why not—on all questions but the one?”
“Find some pity in your heart, even for him.”
I gave a heavy sigh.
“Well,” I said, “let’s look to your foot, at least.”
“Is he beyond my reach?”
“Quite. You can put it out of your head. Even if your limb were sound you’d never catch him now. With the morning they go abroad.”
“Where to?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
“You found him the funds?”
“Yes.”
He groaned39 and turned his face away for a moment. I busied myself over his bruised40 ankle. Presently he said:
“How long am I to lie here?”
“Till I can see to cut you a stick from the hedge. You wouldn’t be able to limp a step without one.”
“Very well. Will you sit by me?”
“As long as you like.”
“I have no likes or dislikes now, Renny, and only one hate.”
“We won’t talk of that.”
“Not now. This field is the neutral ground. Once outside it, the armistice ends.”
“Duke!”
“How can it be otherwise, Renny, my old friend? Are you going to back me in the chase? Unless you do, you must see that it is impossible for us to come together.”
“I see nothing—feel nothing, but a vast, interminable sorrow, Duke.”
“And I—you have a gentle hand, Renny. So had she. She bound up my wrist for me once, when I had crushed it in the galley-puller. Shall we recall those days?”
My heart swelled41 to hear him in this softened42 mood, as I thought. Alas43! It was only a brief interval44 of lucidity45 in his madness.
“Ah, if we could look beyond!” I finally answered, with a deep sigh.
“We can—we do. Imagination isn’t guided by rule of thumb. Even here the promise dawns slowly. Scabs are thickest on the body when it’s healing of its fever. They will fall off by and by, for all the dismal46 shrieks47 that degeneration has seized us.”
He closed his eyes and lay back upon his hands once more.
“Imagination? Was this ever my world? There is a wide green forest, and the murmur48 of its running brooks49 is all of faces sweet as flowers and voices that I know, for I heard them long ago in a time before I existed here. And I walk on, free forever of the aching past; the eternity50 of most beautiful possibilities and discoveries before me; joyous51 all through but for one sad little longing52 that encumbers53 me. Not for long—no, not for long. On a lawn fragrant54 with loving flowers and gathered here and there to deep silence by the stooping shadows, I come upon her—my love; my dear, dear love. And she kisses the sorrow from my eyes, and holds me to her and whispers, ‘You have come at last.’”
His voice broke with a sob55. Glancing at him, I saw the tears running down his cheeks. This grief was sacred from word of mine. I rose softly and set to pacing the meadow at a little distance. By and by, when I returned, I saw him sitting up. The mood had passed, but he was still gentle and human.
Till dawn was faint in the sky we sat and talked the dark hours away. The sun had risen and Duke was watching something in the grass, when suddenly he shook himself and turned to me.
“Cut me my stick, Renny,” he said. “The pilgrim must be journeying.”
“Come home with me, Duke.”
He shook his head.
“Look!” he said, “I have tried to read a lesson of a spider as Bruce did. I broke and tangled56 the little fellow’s web like a wanton and what did he do but roll the rubbish up into a ball and swallow it. I can’t get rid of my web in that way, Renny.”
I did my utmost to hold him to his softer mind. He would not listen, but drove me from him.
“Cut me my stick,” he said, “or I shall have to crawl down the road on all fours.”
I did his bidding sadly. Propped57 up by me on one side, he was able with the help of his staff to limp painfully from the field. Outside it, he sat himself down on the hedge bank.
“Good-morning, Mr. Trender,” he said.
“Duke, let me at least help you to the town.”
“Not a step, I’m obliged to you. I shall get on very well by and by. Good-morning.”
I seized and shook his hand—it dropped listlessly from mine—hesitated; looked in his face, and, turning from him, strode sorrowfully off homeward.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
wretch
|
|
| n.可怜的人，不幸的人；卑鄙的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
repented
|
|
| 对（自己的所为）感到懊悔或忏悔( repent的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
chuckle
|
|
| vi.／n.轻声笑，咯咯笑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
worthy
|
|
| adj.(of)值得的，配得上的；有价值的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
disinterested
|
|
| adj.不关心的，不感兴趣的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
repentant
|
|
| adj.对…感到悔恨的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
cowering
|
|
| v.畏缩，抖缩( cower的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
gasps
|
|
| v.喘气( gasp的第三人称单数 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
condescend
|
|
| v.俯就，屈尊；堕落，丢丑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
erect
|
|
| n./v.树立，建立，使竖立；adj.直立的，垂直的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
insidiously
|
|
| 潜在地，隐伏地，阴险地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
thump
|
|
| v.重击，砰然地响；n.重击，重击声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
smitten
|
|
| 猛打，重击，打击( smite的过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
stunned
|
|
| adj. 震惊的，惊讶的 动词stun的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
collapse
|
|
| vi.累倒；昏倒；倒塌；塌陷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
snarling
|
|
| v.（指狗）吠，嗥叫， （人）咆哮( snarl的现在分词 )；咆哮着说，厉声地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
glowered
|
|
| v.怒视( glower的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
sprained
|
|
| v.&n. 扭伤 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
gratitude
|
|
| adj.感激，感谢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
maniacally
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
baneful
|
|
| adj.有害的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
clattered
|
|
| 发出咔哒声（clatter的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
frenzy
|
|
| n.疯狂，狂热，极度的激动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
reviling
|
|
| v.辱骂，痛斥( revile的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
hurling
|
|
| n.爱尔兰式曲棍球v.猛投，用力掷( hurl的现在分词 )；大声叫骂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
bind
|
|
| vt.捆，包扎；装订；约束；使凝固；vi.变硬 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
sling
|
|
| vt.扔；悬挂；n.挂带；吊索，吊兜；弹弓 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
smite
|
|
| v.重击；彻底击败；n.打；尝试；一点儿 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
philistine
|
|
| n.庸俗的人；adj.市侩的，庸俗的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
beetle
|
|
| n.甲虫，近视眼的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
bliss
|
|
| n.狂喜，福佑，天赐的福 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
killing
|
|
| n.巨额利润；突然赚大钱，发大财 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
melancholy
|
|
| n.忧郁，愁思；adj.令人感伤（沮丧）的，忧郁的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
armistice
|
|
| n.休战，停战协定 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
savagely
|
|
| adv. 野蛮地，残酷地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
groaned
|
|
| v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 )；发牢骚；抱怨；受苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
bruised
|
|
| [医]青肿的，瘀紫的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
swelled
|
|
| 增强( swell的过去式和过去分词 )； 肿胀； （使）凸出； 充满（激情） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
softened
|
|
| （使）变软( soften的过去式和过去分词 )； 缓解打击； 缓和； 安慰 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
alas
|
|
| int.唉(表示悲伤、忧愁、恐惧等) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
interval
|
|
| n.间隔，间距；幕间休息，中场休息 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
lucidity
|
|
| n.明朗，清晰，透明 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
dismal
|
|
| adj.阴沉的，凄凉的，令人忧郁的，差劲的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
shrieks
|
|
| n.尖叫声( shriek的名词复数 )v.尖叫( shriek的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
murmur
|
|
| n.低语，低声的怨言；v.低语，低声而言 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
brooks
|
|
| n.小溪( brook的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
eternity
|
|
| n.不朽，来世；永恒，无穷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
joyous
|
|
| adj.充满快乐的；令人高兴的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
longing
|
|
| n.（for）渴望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
encumbers
|
|
| v.妨碍，阻碍，拖累( encumber的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
54
fragrant
|
|
| adj.芬香的，馥郁的，愉快的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
sob
|
|
| n.空间轨道的轰炸机；呜咽，哭泣 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
tangled
|
|
| adj. 纠缠的，紊乱的 动词tangle的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
propped
|
|
| 支撑，支持，维持( prop的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |