第 99 节
作者:这就是结局      更新:2021-02-20 15:59      字数:9322
  and the touching humility of woman。  And he heard her voice;
  though it scarcely left her lips:  the low voice that the heart
  speaks;loud enough for God to hear!
  〃And if never more to see him; O Father!  Canst Thou not make the
  love that will not die; minister; even beyond the grave; to his
  earthly fate?  Canst Thou not yet permit it; as a living spirit;
  to hover over him;a spirit fairer than all his science can
  conjure?  Oh; whatever lot be ordained to either; granteven
  though a thousand ages may roll between usgrant; when at last
  purified and regenerate; and fitted for the transport of such
  reuniongrant that we may meet once more!  And for his child;
  it kneels to Thee from the dungeon floor!  To…morrow; and whose
  breast shall cradle it; whose hand shall feed; whose lips shall
  pray for its weal below and its soul hereafter!〃  She paused;
  her voice choked with sobs。
  〃Thou Viola!thou; thyself。  He whom thou hast deserted is here
  to preserve the mother to the child!〃
  She started!those accents; tremulous as her own!  She started
  to her feet!he was there;in all the pride of his unwaning
  youth and superhuman beauty; there; in the house of dread; and in
  the hour of travail; there; image and personation of the love
  that can pierce the Valley of the Shadow; and can glide; the
  unscathed wanderer from the heaven; through the roaring abyss of
  hell!
  With a cry never; perhaps; heard before in that gloomy vault;a
  cry of delight and rapture; she sprang forward; and fell at his
  feet。
  He bent down to raise her; but she slid from his arms。  He called
  her by the familiar epithets of the old endearment; and she only
  answered him by sobs。  Wildly; passionately; she kissed his
  hands; the hem of his garment; but voice was gone。
  〃Look up; look up!I am here;I am here to save thee!  Wilt
  thou deny to me thy sweet face?  Truant; wouldst thou fly me
  still?〃
  〃Fly thee!〃 she said; at last; and in a broken voice; 〃oh; if my
  thoughts wronged thee;oh; if my dream; that awful dream;
  deceived;kneel down with me; and pray for our child!〃  Then
  springing to her feet with a sudden impulse; she caught up the
  infant; and; placing it in his arms; sobbed forth; with
  deprecating and humble tones; 〃Not for my sake;not for mine;
  did I abandon thee; but〃
  〃Hush!〃 said Zanoni; 〃I know all the thoughts that thy confused
  and struggling senses can scarcely analyse themselves。  And see
  how; with a look; thy child answers them!〃
  And in truth the face of that strange infant seemed radiant with
  its silent and unfathomable joy。  It seemed as if it recognised
  the father; it clungit forced itself to his breast; and there;
  nestling; turned its bright; clear eyes upon Viola; and smiled。
  〃Pray for my child!〃 said Zanoni; mournfully。  〃The thoughts of
  souls that would aspire as mine are All PRAYER!〃  And; seating
  himself by her side; he began to reveal to her some of the holier
  secrets of his lofty being。  He spoke of the sublime and intense
  faith from which alone the diviner knowledge can arise;the
  faith which; seeing the immortal everywhere; purifies and exalts
  the mortal that beholds; the glorious ambition that dwells not in
  the cabals and crimes of earth; but amidst those solemn wonders
  that speak not of men; but of God; of that power to abstract the
  soul from the clay which gives to the eye of the soul its subtle
  vision; and to the soul's wing the unlimited realm; of that pure;
  severe; and daring initiation from which the mind emerges; as
  from death; into clear perceptions of its kindred with the
  Father…Principles of life and light; so that in its own sense of
  the Beautiful it finds its joy; in the serenity of its will; its
  power; in its sympathy with the youthfulness of the Infinite
  Creation; of which itself is an essence and a part; the secrets
  that embalm the very clay which they consecrate; and renew the
  strength of life with the ambrosia of mysterious and celestial
  sleep。  And while he spoke; Viola listened; breathless。  If she
  could not comprehend; she no longer dared to distrust。  She felt
  that in that enthusiasm; self…deceiving or not; no fiend could
  lurk; and by an intuition; rather than an effort of the reason;
  she saw before her; like a starry ocean; the depth and mysterious
  beauty of the soul which her fears had wronged。  Yet; when he
  said (concluding his strange confessions) that to this life
  WITHIN life and ABOVE life he had dreamed to raise her own; the
  fear of humanity crept over her; and he read in her silence how
  vain; with all his science; would the dream have been。
  But now; as he closed; and; leaning on his breast; she felt the
  clasp of his protecting arms;when; in one holy kiss; the past
  was forgiven and the present lost;then there returned to her
  the sweet and warm hopes of the natural life; of the loving
  woman。  He was come to save her!  She asked not how;she
  believed it without a question。  They should be at last again
  united。  They would fly far from those scenes of violence and
  blood。  Their happy Ionian isle; their fearless solitudes; would
  once more receive them。  She laughed; with a child's joy; as this
  picture rose up amidst the gloom of the dungeon。  Her mind;
  faithful to its sweet; simple instincts; refused to receive the
  lofty images that flitted confusedly by it; and settled back to
  its human visions; yet more baseless; of the earthly happiness
  and the tranquil home。
  〃Talk not now to me; beloved;talk not more now to me of the
  past!  Thou art here;thou wilt save me; we shall live yet the
  common happy life; that life with thee is happiness and glory
  enough to me。  Traverse; if thou wilt; in thy pride of soul; the
  universe; thy heart again is the universe to mine。  I thought but
  now that I was prepared to die; I see thee; touch thee; and again
  I know how beautiful a thing is life!  See through the grate the
  stars are fading from the sky; the morrow will soon be here;The
  MORROW which will open the prison doors!  Thou sayest thou canst
  save me;I will not doubt it now。  Oh; let us dwell no more in
  cities!  I never doubted thee in our lovely isle; no dreams
  haunted me there; except dreams of joy and beauty; and thine eyes
  made yet more beautiful and joyous the world in waking。  To…
  morrow!why do you not smile?  To…morrow; love! is not TO…MORROW
  a blessed word!  Cruel! you would punish me still; that you will
  not share my joy。  Aha! see our little one; how it laughs to my
  eyes!  I will talk to THAT。  Child; thy father is come back!〃
  And taking the infant in her arms; and seating herself at a
  little distance; she rocked it to and fro on her bosom; and
  prattled to it; and kissed it between every word; and laughed and
  wept by fits; as ever and anon she cast over her shoulder her
  playful; mirthful glance upon the father to whom those fading
  stars smiled sadly their last farewell。  How beautiful she seemed
  as she thus sat; unconscious of the future!  Still half a child
  herself; her child laughing to her laughter;two soft triflers
  on the brink of the grave!  Over her throat; as she bent; fell;
  like a golden cloud; her redundant hair; it covered her treasure
  like a veil of light; and the child's little hands put it aside
  from time to time; to smile through the parted tresses; and then
  to cover its face and peep and smile again。  It were cruel to
  damp that joy; more cruel still to share it。
  〃Viola;〃 said Zanoni; at last; 〃dost thou remember that; seated
  by the cave on the moonlit beach; in our bridal isle; thou once
  didst ask me for this amulet?the charm of a superstition long
  vanished from the world; with the creed to which it belonged。  It
  is the last relic of my native land; and my mother; on her
  deathbed; placed it round my neck。  I told thee then I would give
  it thee on that day WHEN THE LAWS OF OUR BEING SHOULD BECOME THE
  SAME。〃
  〃I remember it well。〃
  〃To…morrow it shall be thine!〃
  〃Ah; that dear to…morrow!〃  And; gently laying down her child;
  for it slept now;she threw herself on his breast; and pointed
  to the dawn that began greyly to creep along the skies。
  There; in those horror…breathing walls; the day…star looked
  through the dismal bars upon those three beings; in whom were
  concentrated whatever is most tender in human ties; whatever is
  most mysterious in the combinations of the human mind; the
  sleeping Innocence; the trustful Affection; that; contented with
  a touch; a breath; can foresee no sorrow; the weary Science that;
  traversing all the secrets of creation; comes at last to Death
  for their solution; and still clings; as it nears the threshold;
  to the breast of Love。  Thus; within; THE WITHIN;a dungeon;
  without; the WITHOUT;stately with marts and halls; with palaces
  and temples; Revenge and Terror; at their dark schemes and
  counter…schemes; to and fro; upon the tide of the shifting
  passions; reeled the destinies of men and nations; and hard at
  hand that da