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作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2024-04-09 19:50      字数:9208
  George Eliot                                                      ElecBook Classics
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  consciousness        is   benumbed        to   everything      but   some     trivial
  perception or sensation。 It is as if semi…idiocy came to give us rest
  from   the   memory  and   the   dread   which   refuse   to   leave   us   in   our
  sleep。
  Carroll; coming back; recalled Adam to the sense of his burden。
  He was to go into the study immediately。 “I can’t think what that
  strange      person’s    come     about;”    the   butler    added;    from    mere
  incontinence   of   remark; as   he   preceded   Adam   to   the   door;   “he’s
  gone i’ the dining…room。 And master looks unaccountable—as if he
  was frightened。” Adam took no notice of the words: he could not
  care about other people’s business。 But when he entered the study
  and looked in Mr。 Irwine’s face; he felt in an instant that there was
  a    new    expression      in  it;  strangely     different    from    the    warm
  friendliness it had always worn for him before。 A letter lay open on
  the table; and Mr。 Irwine’s hand was on it; but the changed glance
  he   cast   on   Adam   could   not   be   owing   entirely   to   preoccupation
  with    some     disagreeable      business;    for   he   was   looking    eagerly
  towards the door; as if Adam’s entrance were a matter of poignant
  anxiety to him。
  “You     want    to  speak     to  me;    Adam;”     he   said;   in  that   low
  constrainedly quiet tone which a man uses when he is determined
  to suppress agitation。 “Sit down here。” He pointed to a chair just
  opposite to him; at no more than a yard’s distance from his own;
  and   Adam   sat   down   with   a   sense   that   this   cold   manner   of   Mr。
  Irwine’s gave an additional unexpected difficulty to his disclosure。
  But when Adam had made up his mind to a measure; he was not
  the man to renounce it for any but imperative reasons。
  “I   come   to   you;   sir;”   he   said;   “as   the   gentleman   I   look   up   to
  most     of   anybody。     I’ve   something      very    painful    to  tell  you—
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  something  as   it’ll   pain   you   to   hear   as   well   as   me   to   tell。   But   if   I
  speak   o’   the   wrong   other   people   have   done;   you’ll   see   I   didn’t
  speak till I’d good reason。”
  Mr。     Irwine     nodded      slowly;     and    Adam       went     on    rather
  tremulously;   “You   was   t’   ha’   married   me   and   Hetty   Sorrel;   you
  know;   sir;  o’   the  fifteenth  o’   this   month。   I   thought   she   loved   me;
  and   I   was   th’   happiest   man   i’   the   parish。   But   a   dreadful   blow’s
  come upon me。”
  Mr。   Irwine   started   up   from   his   chair;   as   if   involuntarily;   but
  then;   determined   to   control   himself;   walked   to   the   window   and
  looked out。
  “She’s gone away; sir; and we don’t know where。 She said she
  was going to Snowfield o’ Friday was a fortnight; and I went last
  Sunday   to   fetch   her   back;   but   she’d   never   been   there;   and   she
  took the coach to Stoniton; and beyond that I can’t trace her。 But
  now  I’m   going  a long  journey  to  look   for  her;   and   I  can’t   trust   t’
  anybody but you where I’m going。”
  Mr。 Irwine came back from the window and sat down。
  “Have you no idea of the reason why she went away?” he said。
  “It’s plain enough she didn’t want to marry me; sir;” said Adam。
  “She didn’t like it when it came so near。 But that isn’t all; I doubt。
  There’s something else I must tell you; sir。 There’s somebody else
  concerned besides me。”
  A   gleam   of   something—it   was   almost   like   relief   or   joy—came
  across     the   eager   anxiety    of  Mr。   Irwine’s     face  at   that  moment。
  Adam   was   looking   on   the   ground;   and   paused   a   little:   the   next
  words were hard to speak。 But when he went on; he lifted up his
  head and looked straight at Mr。 Irwine。 He would do the thing he
  had resolved to do; without flinching。
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  “You know who’s the man I’ve reckoned my greatest friend;” he
  said;   “and   used   to   be   proud   to   think   as   I   should   pass   my   life   i’
  working for him; and had felt so ever since we were lads 。 。 。”
  Mr。    Irwine;    as  if  all  self…control    had    forsaken     him;   grasped
  Adam’s arm; which lay on the table; and; clutching it tightly like a
  man   in   pain;   said;   with   pale   lips   and   a   low   hurried   voice;   “No;
  Adam; no—don’t say it; for God’s sake!”
  Adam;      surprised      at   the   violence      of  Mr。    Irwine’s     feeling;
  repented       of  the    words     that   had    passed     his   lips  and    sat   in
  distressed   silence。   The   grasp   on   his   arm   gradually   relaxed;   and
  Mr。 Irwine threw himself back in his chair; saying; “Go on—I must
  know it。”
  “That man played with Hetty’s feelings; and behaved to her as
  he’d    no   right   to  do   to  a   girl  in  her   station    o’  life—made      her
  presents and used to go and meet her out a…walking。 I found it out
  only   two   days   before   he   went   away—found   him   a…kissing   her   as
  they     were    parting     in  the    Grove。    There’d      been    nothing      said
  between me and Hetty then; though I’d loved her for a long while;
  and she knew it。 But I reproached him with his wrong actions; and
  words and blows passed between us; and he said solemnly to me;
  after  that;   as   it  had   been all   nonsense and no  more   than  a bit  o’
  flirting。   But   I   made   him   write   a   letter   to   tell   Hetty   he’d   meant
  nothing; for I saw clear enough; sir; by several things as   I  hadn’t
  understood at the time; as he’d got hold of her heart; and I thought
  she’d belike go on thinking of him and never come to love another
  man   as   wanted   to  marry  her。   And   I   gave   her   the   letter;   and   she
  seemed to bear it all after a while better than I’d expected 。 。 。 and
  she   behaved   kinder   and   kinder   to   me   。   。   。   I   daresay   she   didn’t
  know her own feelings then; poor thing; and they came back upon
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  her when it was too late 。 。 。 I don’t want to blame her 。 。 。 I can’t
  think as she meant to deceive me。 But I was encouraged to think
  she loved me; and—you know the rest; sir。 But it’s on my mind as
  he’s been false to me; and ’ticed her away; and she’s gone to him—
  and  I’m   going  now  to  see;   for  I can   never  go  to  work   again   till   I
  know what’s become of her。”
  During  Adam’s narrative;   Mr。   Irwine   had   had   time   to   recover
  his self…mastery in spite of the painful thoughts that crowded upon
  him。 It was a bitter remembrance to him now—that morning when
  Arthur   breakfasted   with   him   and   seemed   as   if   he   were   on   the
  verge     of  a  confession。     It  was    plain   enough    now     what    he   had
  wanted to confess。 And if their words had taken another turn 。 。 。 if
  he   himself   had   been   less   fastidious   about   intruding   on   another
  man’s secrets 。 。 。 it was cruel to think how thin a film had shut out
  rescue   from   all   this   guilt   and   misery。   He   saw   the   whole   history
  now   by   that   terrible   illumination   which   the   present   sheds   back
  upon the past。 But every other feeling  as   it  rushed   upon   his   was
  thrown   into   abeyance   by   pity;   deep   respectful   pity;   for   the   man
  who sat before him—already so bruised; going forth with sad blind
  resignedness to an unreal sorrow; while a real one was close upon
  him; too far beyond the range of common trial for him ever to have
  feared   it。   His   own   agitation   was   quelled   by   a   certain   awe      that
  comes over us in the presence of a great anguish; for the anguish
  he must inflict on Adam was already present to him。 Again he put
  his hand on the arm that lay on the table; but very gently this time;
  as he said solemnly:
  “Adam; my dear friend; you have had some hard trials in your