第 22 节
作者:男孩不逛街      更新:2021-02-18 23:24      字数:9322
  perform the usual ceremonies。 In a letter found in her pocket;
  written at the last moment; she asked that her body be buried in
  the village in which she had passed the last days of her life。 A
  frightful thought then oppressed my heart。 Was it not on my
  account that she wished to be laid at rest in this place?
  〃Toward the evening; all the female gossips of the locality came
  to view the remains of the defunct; but I would not allow a
  single person to enter; I wanted to be alone; and I watched by
  the corpse the whole night。
  〃By the flickering light of the candles; I looked at the body of
  this miserable woman; wholly unknown; who had died so lamentably
  and so far away from home。 Had she left no friends; no relatives
  behind her? What had her infancy been? What had been her life?
  Whence had she come thither; all alone; a wanderer; like a dog
  driven from home? What secrets of suffering and of despair were
  sealed up in that disagreeable body; in that spent and withered
  body; that impenetrable hiding place of a mystery which had
  driven her far away from affection and from love?
  〃How many unhappy beings there are! I felt that upon that human
  creature weighed the eternal injustice of implacable nature! Life
  was over with her; without her ever having experienced; perhaps;
  that which sustains the most miserable of us allto wit; the
  hope of being once loved! Otherwise; why should she thus have
  concealed herself; have fled from the face of others? Why did she
  love everything so tenderly and so passionately; everything
  living that was not a man?
  〃I recognized; also; that she believed in a God; and that she
  hoped for compensation from him for the miseries she had endured。
  She had now begun to decompose; and to become; in turn; a plant。
  She who had blossomed in the sun was now to be eaten up by the
  cattle; carried away in herbs; and in the flesh of beasts; again
  to become human flesh。 But that which is called the soul had been
  extinguished at the bottom of the dark well。 She suffered no
  longer。 She had changed her life for that of others yet to be
  born。
  〃Hours passed away in this silent and sinister communion with the
  dead。 A pale light at length announced the dawn of a new day; and
  a bright ray glistened on the bed; shedding a dash of fire on the
  bedclothes and on her hands。 This was the hour she had so much
  loved; when the waking birds began to sing in the trees。
  〃I opened the window to its fullest extent; I drew back the
  curtains; so that the whole heavens might look in upon us。 Then
  bending toward the glassy corpse; I took in my hands the
  mutilated head; and slowly; without terror or disgust; imprinted
  a long; long kiss upon those lips which had never before received
  the salute of love。〃
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  Leon Chenal remained silent。 The women wept。 We heard on the box
  seat Count d'Etraille blow his nose; from time to time。 The
  coachman alone had gone to sleep。 The horses; which felt no
  longer the sting of the whip; had slackened their pace and
  dragged softly along。 And the four…in…hand; hardly moving at all;
  became suddenly torpid; as if laden with sorrow。
  THE HOLE
  CUTS AND WOUNDS WHICH CAUSED DEATH。 That was the heading of the
  charge which brought Leopold Renard; upholsterer; before the
  Assize Court。
  Round him were the principal witnesses; Madame Flameche; widow of
  the victim; Louis Ladureau; cabinetmaker; and Jean Durdent;
  plumber。
  Near the criminal was his wife; dressed in black; a little ugly
  woman; who looked like a monkey dressed as a lady。
  This is how Renard described the drama:
  〃Good heavens; it is a misfortune of which I am the first and
  last victim; and with which my will has nothing to do。 The facts
  are their own commentary; Monsieur le President。 I am an honest
  man; a hard…working man; an upholsterer in the same street for
  the last sixteen years; known; liked; respected; and esteemed by
  all; as my neighbors have testified; even the porter; who is not
  folatre every day。 I am fond of work; I am fond of saving; I like
  honest men; and respectable pleasures。 That is what has ruined
  me; so much the worse for me; but as my will had nothing to do
  with it; I continue to respect myself。
  〃Every Sunday for the last five years; my wife and I have spent
  the day at Passy。 We get fresh air; not to say that we are fond
  of fishingas fond of it as we are of small onions。 Melie
  inspired me with that passion; the jade; she is more enthusiastic
  than I am; the scold; and all the mischief in this business is
  her fault; as you will see immediately。
  〃I am strong and mild…tempered; without a pennyworth of malice in
  me。 But she! oh! la! la! she looks insignificant; she is short
  and thin; but she does more mischief than a weasel。 I do not deny
  that she has some good qualities; she has some; and those very
  important to a man in business。 But her character! Just ask about
  it in the neighborhood; even the porter's wife; who has just sent
  me about my businessshe will tell you something about it。
  〃Every day she used to find fault with my mild temper: 'I would
  not put up with this! I would not put up with that。' If I had
  listened to her; Monsieur le President; I should have had at
  least three bouts of fisticuffs a month。〃
  Madame Renard interrupted him: 〃And for good reasons too; they
  laugh best who laugh last。〃
  He turned toward her frankly: 〃Oh! very well; I can blame you;
  since you were the cause of it。〃
  Then; facing the President again he said:
  〃I will continue。 We used to go to Passy every Saturday evening;
  so as to be able to begin fishing at daybreak the next morning。
  It is a habit which has become second nature with us; as the
  saying is。 Three years ago this summer I discovered a place; oh!
  such a spot! There; in the shade; were eight feet of water at
  least and perhaps ten; a hole with a retour under the bank; a
  regular retreat for fish and a paradise for any fisherman。 I
  might look upon that hole as my property; Monsieur le President;
  as I was its Christopher Columbus。 Everybody in the neighborhood
  knew it; without making any opposition。 They used to say: 'That
  is Renard's place'; and nobody would have gone to it; not even
  Monsieur Plumsay; who is renowned; be it said without any
  offense; for appropriating other people's places。
  〃Well; I went as usual to that place; of which I felt as certain
  as if I had owned it。 I had scarcely got there on Saturday; when
  I got into 'Delila;' with my wife。 'Delila' is my Norwegian boat;
  which I had built by Fourmaise; and which is light and safe。
  Well; as I said; we got into the boat and we were going to bait;
  and for baiting there is nobody to be compared with me; and they
  all know it。 You want to know with what I bait? I cannot answer
  that question; it has nothing to do with the accident; I cannot
  answer; that is my secret。 There are more than three hundred
  people who have asked me; I have been offered glasses of brandy
  and liquors; fried fish; matelots;'1' to make me tell! But just
  go and try whether the chub will come。 Ah! they have patted my
  stomach to get at my secret; my recipe。 Only my wife knows; and
  she will not tell it; any more than I shall! Is not that so;
  Melie?〃
  '1' A preparation of several kinds of fish; with a sharp sauce。
  The President of the Court interrupted him:
  〃Just get to the facts as soon as you can。〃
  The accused continued: 〃I am getting to them; I am getting to
  them。 Well; on Saturday。 July 8; we left by the five twenty…five
  train; and before dinner we went to ground…bait as usual。 The
  weather promised to keep fine; and I said to Melie: 'All right
  for to…morrow!' And she replied: 'It looks like it。' We never
  talk more than that together。
  〃And then we returned to dinner。 I was happy and thirsty; and
  that was the cause of everything。 I said to Melie: 'Look here
  Melie; it is fine weather; so suppose I drink a bottle of Casque
  a meche。 That is a little white wine which we have christened so;
  because if you drink too much of it it prevents you from sleeping
  and is the opposite of a nightcap。 Do you understand me?
  〃She replied: 'You can do as you please; but you will be ill
  again; and will not be able to get up to…morrow。' That was true;
  sensible; prudent; and clear…sighted; I must confess。
  Nevertheless; I could not withstand it; and I drank my bottle。 It
  all comes from that。
  〃Well; I could not sleep。 By Jove! It kept me awake till two
  o'clock in the morning; and then I went to sleep so soundly that
  I should not have heard the angel shouting at the Last Judgment。
  〃In short; my wife woke me at six o'clock and I jumped out of
  bed; hastily put on my trousers and jersey; washed my face and
  jumped on board 'Delila。' But it was too late; for when I arrived
  at my hole it was already taken! Such a thing had never happened
  to me in three years; and i