第 51 节
作者:曾氏六合网      更新:2024-07-12 09:34      字数:9322
  from   the   sea   for   a   song   and   earning   money   hand   over   fist   despite   old
  Kinross's slow and safe method of running her; and Berande; once more
  financially secure; approaching each day nearer the dividend…paying time;
  and growing each day as the black toilers cleared the bush; cut the cane…
  grass; and planted more cocoanut palms。
  In these and a thousand ways Sheldon was made aware of how much
  he   was   indebted   for   material   prosperity   to   Joanto   the   slender;   level…
  browed   girl   with   romance   shining   out   of   her   gray   eyes   and   adventure
  shouting from the long…barrelled Colt's on her hip; who had landed on the
  beach that piping gale; along with her stalwart Tahitian crew; and who had
  entered    his  bungalow      to  hang   with   boy's   hands   her   revolver…belt    and
  Baden…Powell hat on the nail by the billiard table。            He forgot all the early
  exasperations;      remembering        only   her   charms     and    sweetnesses      and
  glorying   much   in the   traits   he   at   first   had disliked   mosther  boyishness
  and adventurousness; her delight to swim and risk the sharks; her desire to
  go recruiting; her love of the sea and ships; her sharp authoritative words
  when   she   launched   the   whale…boat   and;   with   firestick   in   one   hand   and
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  dynamite…stick in   the   other;   departed   with   her   picturesque   crew   to   shoot
  fish    in  the  Balesuna;     her   super…innocent      disdain    for  the   commonest
  conventions; her juvenile joy in argument; her fluttering; wild…bird love of
  freedom and mad passion for independence。                 All this he now loved; and
  he   no   longer   desired   to   tame   and   hold   her;   though   the   paradox   was   the
  winning of her without the taming and the holding。
  There were times when he was dizzy with thought of her and love of
  her; when he would stop his horse and with closed eyes picture her as he
  had seen her that first day; in the stern…sheets of the whale…boat; dashing
  madly in to shore and marching belligerently along his veranda to remark
  that it was pretty hospitality this letting strangers sink or swim in his front
  yard。    And as he opened his eyes and urged his horse onward; he would
  ponder for the ten thousandth time how possibly he was ever to hold her
  when she was so wild and bird…like that she was bound to flutter out and
  away from under his hand。
  It   was   patent   to   Sheldon   that   Tudor   had   become   interested   in   Joan。
  That convalescent visitor practically lived on the veranda; though; while
  preposterously weak and shaky in the legs; he had for some time insisted
  on    coming     in  to  join  them   at  the   table  at  meals。    The    first  warning
  Sheldon   had   of   the   other's   growing   interest   in   the   girl   was   when   Tudor
  eased down and finally ceased pricking him with his habitual sharpness of
  quip and speech。        This cessation of verbal sparring was like the breaking
  off of diplomatic relations between countries at the beginning of war; and;
  once Sheldon's suspicions were aroused; he was not long in finding other
  confirmations。        Tudor     too   obviously      joyed   in   Joan's   presence;     too
  obviously      laid  himself    out   to  amuse    and   fascinate    her  with   his   own
  glorious and adventurous personality。             Often; after his morning ride over
  the plantation; or coming in from the store or from inspection of the copra…
  drying;   Sheldon   found   the   pair   of   them   together   on   the   veranda;   Joan
  listening; intent and   excited; and Tudor deep in some   recital of personal
  adventure at the ends of the earth。
  Sheldon   noticed;  too;   the   way Tudor   looked   at   her   and   followed   her
  about with his eyes; and in those eyes he noted a certain hungry look; and
  on the face a certain wistful expression; and he wondered if on his own
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  face he carried a similar involuntary advertisement。 He was sure of several
  things:     first;   that   Tudor   was   not   the   right   man   for   Joan   and   could   not
  possibly make her permanently happy; next; that Joan was too sensible a
  girl really to fall in love with a man of such superficial stamp; and; finally;
  that Tudor   would   blunder   his   love…making   somehow。             And   at   the   same
  time;    with    true  lover's   anxiety;    Sheldon     feared    that   the  other    might
  somehow   fail      to   blunder;   and   win    the   girl  with   purely   fortuitous   and
  successful   meretricious   show。         But   of   the   one   thing   Sheldon   was   sure:
  Tudor had no intimate knowledge of her and was unaware of how vital in
  her   was   her   wildness   and   love   of   independence。        That   was   where   he
  would blunderin the catching and the holding of her。                 And then; in spite
  of all his certitude; Sheldon could not forbear wondering if his theories of
  Joan might not be wrong; and if Tudor was not going the right way about
  after all。
  The     situation    was    very   unsatisfactory      and   perplexing。       Sheldon
  played the difficult part of waiting and looking on; while his rival devoted
  himself energetically to reaching out and grasping at the fluttering prize。
  Then; again; Tudor had such an irritating way about him。                    It had become
  quite   elusive   and   intangible;   now   that   he   had   tacitly   severed   diplomatic
  relations; but Sheldon sensed what he deemed a growing antagonism and
  promptly magnified it through the jealous lenses of his own lover's eyes。
  The other was an interloper。           He did not belong to Berande; and now that
  he was well and strong again it was time for him to go。                 Instead of which;
  and despite the calling in of the mail steamer bound for Sydney; Tudor had
  settled   himself   down   comfortably;   resumed   swimming;   went   dynamiting
  fish with Joan; spent hours with her hunting pigeons; trapping crocodiles;
  and at target practice with rifle and revolver。
  But there were certain traditions of hospitality that prevented Sheldon
  from   breathing   a   hint   that   it   was   time   for   his   guest   to   take   himself   off。
  And in similar fashion; feeling that it was not playing the game; he fought
  down   the   temptation   to   warn   Joan。       Had   he   known   anything;   not   too
  serious; to Tudor's detriment; he would have been unable to utter it; but the
  worst of it was that he knew nothing at all against the man。                  That was the
  confounded part of it; and sometimes he was so baffled and overwrought
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  by his feelings that he assumed a super…judicial calm and assured himself
  that   his  dislike   of  Tudor    was    a  matter   of  unsubstantial    prejudice    and
  jealousy。
  Outwardly;  he   maintained   a   calm  and   smiling   aspect。        The   work   of
  the plantation went on。         The Martha and the Flibberty…Gibbet came and
  went; as did all the miscellany of coasting craft that dropped in to wait for
  a breeze and have a gossip; a drink or two; and a game of billiards。                 Satan
  kept the compound free of niggers。 Boucher came down regularly in his
  whale…boat to pass Sunday。 Twice a day; at breakfast and dinner; Joan and
  Sheldon      and   Tudor    met   amicably     at  table;  and   the  evenings     were   as
  amicably spent on the veranda。
  And     then   it  happened。    Tudor     made    his   blunder。    Never     divining
  Joan's fluttering wildness; her blind hatred of restraint and compulsion; her
  abhorrence       of   mastery    by    another;   and    mistaking     the   warmth     and
  enthusiasm  in   her   eyes   (aroused   by   his   latest   tale)   for   something   tender
  and acquiescent; he drew her to him; laid a forcible detaining arm about
  her    waist;  and   misapprehended        her  frantic   revolt   for  an  exhibition    of
  maidenly   reluctance。       It   occurred   on   the   veranda;   after   breakfast;   and
  Sheldon; within; pondering a  Sydney wholesaler's catalogue and   making
  up his orders for next steamer…day; heard the sharp exclamation of Joan;
  followed   by   the   equally   sharp   impact   of   an   open   hand   against   a   cheek。
  Jerking   free   from   the   arm   that   was   all   distasteful   compulsion;   Joan   had
  slapped Tudor's face resoundingly and with far more v