第 21 节
作者:男孩不逛街      更新:2021-02-18 23:24      字数:9322
  surprised as if I had witnessed a miracle; and as troubled as if
  I had committed a crime。
  〃I did not go in to breakfast。 I took a walk on the banks of the
  Falaise; feeling that I could just as soon weep as laugh; looking
  on the adventure as both comic and deplorable; and my position as
  ridiculous; fain to believe that I had lost my head。
  〃I asked myself what I ought to do。 I debated whether I ought not
  to take my leave of the place and almost immediately my
  resolution was formed。
  〃Somewhat sad and perplexed; I wandered about until dinner time;
  and entered the farmhouse just when the soup had been served up。
  〃I sat down at the table; as usual。 Miss Harriet was there;
  munching away solemnly; without speaking to anyone; without even
  lifting her eyes。 She wore; however; her usual expression; both
  of countenance and manner。
  〃I waited; patiently; till the meal had been finished。 Then;
  turning toward the landlady; I said: 'Madame Lecacheur; it will
  not be long now before I shall have to take my leave of you。'
  〃The good woman; at once surprised and troubled; replied in a
  quivering voice: 'My dear sir; what is it I have just heard you
  say? Are you going to leave us; after I have become so much
  accustomed to you?'
  〃I looked at Miss Harriet from the corner of my eye。 Her
  countenance did not change in the least; but the under…servant
  came toward me with eyes wide open。 She was a fat girl; of about
  eighteen years of age; rosy; fresh; strong as a horse; yet
  possessing a rare attribute in one in her positionshe was very
  neat and clean。 I had kissed her at odd times; in out of the way
  corners; in the manner of a mountain guide; nothing more。
  〃The dinner being over; I went to smoke my pipe under the
  apple…trees; walking up and down at my ease; from one end of the
  court to the other。 All the reflections which I had made during
  the day; the strange discovery of the morning; that grotesque and
  passionate attachment for me; the recollections which that
  revelation had suddenly called up; recollections at once charming
  and perplexing; perhaps; also; that look which the servant had
  cast on me at the announcement of my departureall these things;
  mixed up and combined; put me now in an excited bodily state;
  with the tickling sensation of kisses on my lips; and in my veins
  something which urged me on to commit some folly。
  〃Night having come on; casting its dark shadows under the trees;
  I descried Celeste; who had gone to shut the hen…coops; at the
  other end of the inclosure。 I darted toward her; running so
  noiselessly that she heard nothing; and as she got up from
  closing the small traps by which the chickens went in and out; I
  clasped her in my arms and rained on her coarse; fat face a
  shower of kisses。 She made a struggle; laughing all the same; as
  she was accustomed to do in such circumstances。 What made me
  suddenly loose my grip of her? Why did I at once experience a
  shock? What was it that I heard behind me?
  〃It was Miss Harriet who had come upon us; who had seen us; and
  who stood in front of us; as motionless as a specter。 Then she
  disappeared in the darkness。
  〃I was ashamed; embarrassed; more annoyed at having been
  surprised by her than if she had caught me committing some
  criminal act。
  〃I slept badly that night; I was worried and haunted by sad
  thoughts。 I seemed to hear loud weeping; but in this I was no
  doubt deceived。 Moreover; I thought several times that I heard
  some one walking up and down in the house; and that some one
  opened my door from the outside。
  〃Toward morning; I was overcome by fatigue; and sleep seized on
  me。 I got up late and did not go downstairs until breakfast time;
  being still in a bewildered state; not knowing what kind of face
  to put on。
  〃No one had seen Miss Harriet。 We waited for her at table; but
  she did not appear。 At length; Mother Lecacheur went to her room。
  The English…woman had gone out。 She must have set out at break of
  day; as she was wont to do; in order to see the sun rise。
  〃Nobody seemed astonished at this and we began to eat in silence。
  〃The weather was hot; very hot; one of those still sultry days
  when not a leaf stirs。 The table had been placed out of doors;
  under an apple…tree; and from time to time Sapeur had gone to the
  cellar to draw a jug of cider; everybody was so thirsty。 Celeste
  brought the dishes from the kitchen; a ragout of mutton with
  potatoes; a cold rabbit; and a salad。 Afterward she placed before
  us a dish of strawberries; the first of the season。
  〃As I wanted to wash and freshen these; I begged the servant to
  go and bring a pitcher of cold water。〃
  〃In about five minutes she returned; declaring that the well was
  dry。 She had lowered the pitcher to the full extent of the cord;
  and had touched the bottom; but on drawing the pitcher up again;
  it was empty。 Mother Lecacheur; anxious to examine the thing for
  herself; went and looked down the hole。 She returned announcing
  that one could see clearly something in the well; something
  altogether unusual。 But this; no doubt; was pottles of straw;
  which; out of spite; had been cast down it by a neighbor。
  〃I wished also to look down the well; hoping to clear up the
  mystery; and perched myself close to its brink。 I perceived;
  indistinctly; a white object。 What could it be? I then conceived
  the idea of lowering a lantern at the end of a cord。 When I did
  so; the yellow flame danced on the layers of stone and gradually
  became clearer。 All four of us were leaning over the opening;
  Sapeur and Celeste having now joined us。 The lantern rested on a
  black and white; indistinct mass; singular; incomprehensible。
  Sapeur exclaimed:
  〃 'It is a horse。 I see the hoofs。 It must have escaped from the
  meadow; during the night; and fallen in headlong。'
  〃But; suddenly; a cold shiver attacked my spine; I first
  recognized a foot; then a clothed limb; the body was entire; but
  the other limb had disappeared under the water。
  〃I groaned and trembled so violently that the light of the lamp
  danced hither and thither over the object; discovering a slipper。
  〃 'It is a woman! whowhocan it be? It is Miss Harriet。'
  〃Sapeur alone did not manifest horror。 He had witnessed many such
  scenes in Africa。
  〃Mother Lecacheur and Celeste began to scream and to shriek; and
  ran away。
  〃But it was necessary to recover the corpse of the dead。 I
  attached the boy securely by the loins to the end of the
  pulley…rope; then I lowered him slowly; and watched him disappear
  in the darkness。 In the one hand he had a lantern; and held on to
  the rope with the other。 Soon I recognized his voice; which
  seemed to come from the center of the earth; crying:
  〃 'Stop。'
  〃I then saw him fish something out of the water。 It was the other
  limb。 He bound the two feet together; and shouted anew:
  〃 'Haul up。'
  〃I commenced to wind him up; but I felt my arms strain; my
  muscles twitch; and was in terror lest I should let the boy fall
  to the bottom。 When his head appeared over the brink; I asked:
  〃 'What is it?' as though I only expected that he would tell me
  what he had discovered at the bottom。
  〃We both got on to the stone slab at the edge of the well; and;
  face to face; hoisted the body。
  〃Mother Lecacheur and Celeste watched us from a distance;
  concealed behind the wall of the house。 When they saw; issuing
  from the well; the black slippers and white stockings of the
  drowned person; they disappeared。
  〃Sapeur seized the ankles of the poor chaste woman; and we drew
  it up; inclined; as it was; in the most immodest posture。 The
  head was in a shocking state; bruised and black; and the long;
  gray hair; hanging down; was tangled and disordered。
  〃 'In the name of all that is holy; how lean she is!' exclaimed
  Sapeur; in a contemptuous tone。
  〃We carried her into the room; and as the women did not put in an
  appearance; I; with the assistance of the lad; dressed the corpse
  for burial。
  〃I washed her disfigured face。 By the touch of my hand an eye was
  slightly opened; it seemed to scan me with that pale stare; with
  that cold; that terrible look which corpses have; a look which
  seems to come from the beyond。 I plaited up; as well as I could;
  her disheveled hair; and I adjusted on her forehead a novel and
  singularly formed lock。 Then I took off her dripping wet
  garments; baring; not without a feeling of shame; as though I had
  been guilty of some profanation; her shoulders and her chest; and
  her long arms; slim as the twigs of branches。
  〃I next went to fetch some flowers; corn poppies; blue beetles;
  marguerites; and fresh and perfumed herbs; with which to strew
  her funeral couch。
  〃Being the only person near her; it was necessary for me to
  perform the usual ceremonies。 In a letter found in her pocket;
  written at the last moment; she asked that her body be buri