第 30 节
作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9247
  the   cottages   was   thickest;   so   as   others   might   be   drawn   to   come。
  But he felt as he couldn’t stand up to preach; and he was forced to
  lie down in the first of the cottages we came to。 So  I   went  to  tell
  the people; thinking we’d go into one   of  the   houses; and   I   would
  read   and   pray   with   them。   But   as   I   passed   along   by   the   cottages
  and saw the aged and trembling women at the doors; and the hard
  looks   of   the   men;   who   seemed   to   have   their   eyes   no   more   filled
  with the sight of the Sabbath morning than if they had been dumb
  oxen that never  looked   up   to  the   sky;   I   felt  a   great movement  in
  my   soul;   and     I  trembled     as   if  I  was  shaken    by   a  strong    spirit
  entering into my weak body。 And I went to where the little flock of
  people   was   gathered   together;   and   stepped   on   the   low   wall   that
  was   built   against   the   green   hillside;   and   I   spoke   the   words   that
  were given to me abundantly。 And they all came round me out of
  all   the   cottages;   and   many   wept   over   their   sins;   and   have   since
  been joined to the Lord。 That was the beginning of my preaching;
  sir; and I’ve preached ever since。”
  Dinah   had   let   her   work   fall   during   this   narrative;   which   she
  uttered in her usual simple   way;   but  with  that  sincere articulate;
  thrilling  treble by  which  she   always   mastered   her   audience。   She
  stooped now to gather up her sewing; and then went on with it as
  before。 Mr。 Irwine was deeply interested。 He said to himself; “He
  must be a miserable prig who would act the pedagogue here: one
  might   as   well   go   and   lecture   the   trees   for   growing   in   their   own
  shape。”
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  “And you never feel any embarrassment from the sense of your
  youth—that   you  are   a   lovely  young  woman   on   whom men’s   eyes
  are fixed?” he said aloud。
  “No;   I’ve   no   room   for   such   feelings;   and    I   don’t   believe  the
  people ever take notice about  that。   I   think; sir;   when God makes
  His presence felt through us; we are like the burning bush: Moses
  never   took   any   heed   what   sort   of   bush   it   was—he   only   saw   the
  brightness of the Lord。 I’ve preached to as rough ignorant people
  as   can be in   the  villages  about   Snowfield—men   that  looked   very
  hard   and   wild—but   they   never   said   an   uncivil   word   to   me;   and
  often thanked me kindly as they made way for me to pass through
  the midst of them。”
  “That  I   can believe—that   I   can   well   believe;”   said   Mr。   Irwine;
  emphatically。 “And what did you think of your hearers last night;
  now? Did you find them quiet and attentive?”
  “Very   quiet;   sir;   but   I   saw   no   signs   of   any   great   work   upon
  them; except in a young girl named Bessy Cranage; towards whom
  my heart yearned greatly; when my eyes first fell on her blooming
  youth;   given   up   to   folly   and   vanity。   I   had   some   private   talk   and
  prayer with her afterwards; and I trust her heart is touched。   But
  I’ve noticed that in these villages where the people lead a quiet life
  among the green pastures and the   still   waters;   tilling  the   ground
  and tending the cattle; there’s a strange deadness to the Word; as
  different as can be from the great towns; like Leeds; where I once
  went to visit a holy woman who preaches there。 It’s wonderful how
  rich is the harvest of souls up those high…walled streets; where you
  seemed to walk as in a prison…yard; and the ear is deafened with
  the sounds of worldly toil。 I think maybe it is because the promise
  is   sweeter  when   this life   is   so  dark and   weary;   and   the   soul   gets
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  more hungry when the body is ill at ease。”
  “Why; yes; our farm…labourers are not easily roused。 They take
  life   almost   as   slowly   as   the   sheep   and   cows。   But   we   have   some
  intelligent   workmen   about   here。   I   daresay   you   know   the   Bedes;
  Seth Bede; by the by; is a Methodist。”
  “Yes; I know Seth well; and his brother Adam a little。 Seth is a
  gracious   young   man—sincere   and   without   offence;   and   Adam   is
  like the patriarch Joseph; for his great skill and knowledge and the
  kindness he shows to his brother and his parents。”
  “Perhaps you don’t know the trouble that has just happened to
  them?   Their   father;   Matthias   Bede;   was   drowned   in   the   Willow
  Brook last night; not far from his own door。 I’m going now to see
  Adam。”
  “Ah; their poor aged mother!” said Dinah; dropping her hands
  and looking before her with pitying eyes; as if she saw the object of
  her sympathy。 “She will mourn heavily; for Seth has told me she’s
  of an anxious; troubled heart。 I must go and see if I can give her
  any help。”
  As   she   rose   and   was   beginning   to   fold   up   her   work;   Captain
  Donnithorne;         having      exhausted       all  plausible      pretexts     for
  remaining  among   the   milk…pans;   came   out   of   the   dairy;   followed
  by Mrs。 Poyser。 Mr。 Irwine now rose also; and; advancing towards
  Dinah;   held   out   his   hand;   and   said;   “Good…bye。   I   hear   you   are
  going away soon; but this will not be the last visit you will pay your
  aunt—so we shall meet again; I hope。”
  His   cordiality  towards   Dinah  set   all   Mrs。   Poyser’s   anxieties   at
  rest; and her face was brighter than usual; as she said; “I’ve never
  asked after Mrs。 Irwine and the Miss Irwines; sir; I hope they’re as
  well as usual。”
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  “Yes; thank you; Mrs。 Poyser; except that Miss Anne has one of
  her bad headaches to…day。 By the by; we all liked that nice cream…
  cheese you sent us—my mother especially。”
  “I’m   very  glad;   indeed;   sir。   It  is   but   seldom   I   make   one;   but   I
  remembered Mrs。 Irwine was fond of ’em。 Please to give my duty
  to   her;   and   to   Miss   Kate   and   Miss   Anne。   They’ve   never   been   to
  look   at   my   poultry   this   long   while;   and   I’ve   got   some   beautiful
  speckled   chickens;   black   and   white;   as   Miss   Kate   might   like   to
  have some of amongst hers。”
  “Well; I’ll tell her; she must come and see them。 Good…bye;” said
  the rector; mounting his horse。
  “Just     ride   slowly    on;   Irwine;”     said   Captain      Donnithorne;
  mounting also。 “I’ll overtake you in three minutes。 I’m only going
  to speak to the shepherd about the whelps。 Good…bye; Mrs。 Poyser;
  tell   your   husband   I   shall   come   and     have   a  long   talk   with   him
  soon。”
  Mrs。   Poyser   curtsied   duly;   and   watched   the   two   horses   until
  they  had   disappeared   from   the  yard; amidst  great  excitement  on
  the    part   of  the   pigs   and    the   poultry;    and   under     the   furious
  indignation of the bull…dog; who performed a Pyrrhic dance;  that
  every moment seemed to threaten the breaking of his chain。 Mrs。
  Poyser delighted in this noisy exit; it was a fresh assurance to her
  that  the   farm…yard   was   well   guarded;   and   that no  loiterers   could
  enter unobserved; and it was not until the gate had closed behind
  the   captain   that   she   turned   into   the   kitchen   again;   where   Dinah
  stood with her bonnet in her hand; waiting to  speak   to  her  aunt;
  before she set out for Lisbeth Bede’s cottage。
  Mrs。 Poyser; however; though she noticed the bonnet; deferred
  remarking on it until she had disburdened herself of her surprise
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  at Mr。 Irwine’s behaviour。
  “Why; Mr。 Irwine wasn’t angry; then? What did he say to you;
  Dinah? Didn’t he scold you for preaching?”
  “No; he was not at all angry; he was very friendly to me。 I was
  quite   drawn   out   to   speak   to   him;   I   hardly   know   how;   for   I   had
  always thought of him as a worldly Sadducee。 But his countenance
  is as pleasant as the morning sunshin