第 42 节
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was too great for her to do more than slightly move it; and with a
desperate sigh she ran on again; having lost many valuable seconds。
But her attempt; though ineffectual in dragging it down; had been
enough to unsettle the little bridge; and when Derriman reached the
middle; which he did half a minute later; the plank turned over on
its edge; tilting him bodily into the river。 The water was not
remarkably deep; but as the yeoman fell flat on his stomach he was
completely immersed; and it was some time before he could drag
himself out。 When he arose; dripping on the bank; and looked
around; Anne had vanished from the mead。 Then Festus's eyes glowed
like carbuncles; and he gave voice to fearful imprecations; shaking
his fist in the soft summer air towards Anne; in a way that was
terrible for any maiden to behold。 Wading back through the stream;
he walked along its bank with a heavy tread; the water running from
his coat…tails; wrists; and the tips of his ears; in silvery
dribbles; that sparkled pleasantly in the sun。 Thus he hastened
away; and went round by a by…path to the hall。
Meanwhile the author of his troubles was rapidly drawing nearer to
the mill; and soon; to her inexpressible delight; she saw Bob coming
to meet her。 She had heard the flounce; and; feeling more secure
from her pursuer; had dropped her pace to a quick walk。 No sooner
did she reach Bob than; overcome by the excitement of the moment;
she flung herself into his arms。 Bob instantly enclosed her in an
embrace so very thorough that there was no possible danger of her
falling; whatever degree of exhaustion might have given rise to her
somewhat unexpected action; and in this attitude they silently
remained; till it was borne in upon Anne that the present was the
first time in her life that she had ever been in such a position。
Her face then burnt like a sunset; and she did not know how to look
up at him。 Feeling at length quite safe; she suddenly resolved not
to give way to her first impulse to tell him the whole of what had
happened; lest there should be a dreadful quarrel and fight between
Bob and the yeoman; and great difficulties caused in the Loveday
family on her account; the miller having important wheat
transactions with the Derrimans。
'You seem frightened; dearest Anne;' said Bob tenderly。
'Yes;' she replied。 'I saw a man I did not like the look of; and he
was inclined to follow me。 But; worse than that; I am troubled
about the French。 O Bob! I am afraid you will be killed; and my
mother; and John; and your father; and all of us hunted down!'
'Now I have told you; dear little heart; that it cannot be。 We
shall drive 'em into the sea after a battle or two; even if they
land; which I don't believe they will。 We've got ninety sail of the
line; and though it is rather unfortunate that we should have
declared war against Spain at this ticklish time; there's enough for
all。' And Bob went into elaborate statistics of the navy; army;
militia; and volunteers; to prolong the time of holding her。 When
he had done speaking he drew rather a heavy sigh。
'What's the matter; Bob?'
'I haven't been yet to offer myself as a sea…fencible; and I ought
to have done it long ago。'
'You are only one。 Surely they can do without you?'
Bob shook his head。 She arose from her restful position; her eye
catching his with a shamefaced expression of having given way at
last。 Loveday drew from his pocket a paper; and said; as they
slowly walked on; 'Here's something to make us brave and patriotic。
I bought it in Budmouth。 Isn't it a stirring picture?'
It was a hieroglyphic profile of Napoleon。 The hat represented a
maimed French eagle; the face was ingeniously made up of human
carcases; knotted and writhing together in such directions as to
form a physiognomy; a band; or stock; shaped to resemble the English
Channel; encircled his throat; and seemed to choke him; his
epaulette was a hand tearing a cobweb that represented the treaty of
peace with England; and his ear was a woman crouching over a dying
child。 *
* Vide Preface。
'It is dreadful!' said Anne。 'I don't like to see it。'
She had recovered from her emotion; and walked along beside him with
a grave; subdued face。 Bob did not like to assume the privileges of
an accepted lover and draw her hand through his arm; for; conscious
that she naturally belonged to a politer grade than his own; he
feared lest her exhibition of tenderness were an impulse which
cooler moments might regret。 A perfect Paul…and…Virginia life had
not absolutely set in for him as yet; and it was not to be hastened
by force。 When they had passed over the bridge into the mill…front
they saw the miller standing at the door with a face of concern。
'Since you have been gone;' he said; 'a Government man has been
here; and to all the houses; taking down the numbers of the women
and children; and their ages and the number of horses and waggons
that can be mustered; in case they have to retreat inland; out of
the way of the invading army。'
The little family gathered themselves together; all feeling the
crisis more seriously than they liked to express。 Mrs。 Loveday
thought how ridiculous a thing social ambition was in such a
conjuncture as this; and vowed that she would leave Anne to love
where she would。 Anne; too; forgot the little peculiarities of
speech and manner in Bob and his father; which sometimes jarred for
a moment upon her more refined sense; and was thankful for their
love and protection in this looming trouble。
On going upstairs she remembered the paper which Farmer Derriman had
given her; and searched in her bosom for it。 She could not find it
there。 'I must have left it on the table;' she said to herself。 It
did not matter; she remembered every word。 She took a pen and wrote
a duplicate; which she put safely away。
But Anne was wrong。 She had; after all; placed the paper where she
supposed; and there it ought to have been。 But in escaping from
Festus; when he feigned apoplexy; it had fallen out upon the grass。
Five minutes after that event; when pursuer and pursued were two or
three fields ahead; the gaily…dressed woman whom the yeoman had
overtaken; peeped cautiously through the stile into the corner of
the field which had been the scene of the scramble; and seeing the
paper she climbed over; secured it; loosened the wafer without
tearing the sheet; and read the memorandum within。 Unable to make
anything of its meaning; the saunterer put it in her pocket; and;
dismissing the matter from her mind; went on by the by…path which
led to the back of the mill。 Here; behind the hedge; she stood and
surveyed the old building for some time; after which she
meditatively turned; and retraced her steps towards the Royal
watering…place。
XXVI。 THE ALARM
The night which followed was historic and memorable。 Mrs。 Loveday
was awakened by the boom of a distant gun: she told the miller; and
they listened awhile。 The sound was not repeated; but such was the
state of their feelings that Mr。 Loveday went to Bob's room and
asked if he had heard it。 Bob was wide awake; looking out of the
window; he had heard the ominous sound; and was inclined to
investigate the matter。 While the father and son were dressing they
fancied that a glare seemed to be rising in the sky in the direction
of the beacon hill。 Not wishing to alarm Anne and her mother; the
miller assured them that Bob and himself were merely going out of
doors to inquire into the cause of the report; after which they
plunged into the gloom together。 A few steps' progress opened up
more of the sky; which; as they had thought; was indeed irradiated
by a lurid light; but whether it came from the beacon or from a more
distant point they were unable to clearly tell。 They pushed on
rapidly towards higher ground。
Their excitement was merely of a piece with that of all men at this
critical juncture。 Everywhere expectation was at fever heat。 For
the last year or two only five…and…twenty miles of shallow water had
divided quiet English homesteads from an enemy's army of a hundred
and fifty thousand men。 We had taken the matter lightly enough;
eating and drinking as in the days of Noe; and singing satires
without end。 We punned on Buonaparte and his gunboats; chalked his
effigy on stage…coaches; and published the same in prints。 Still;
between these bursts of hilarity; it was sometimes recollected that
England was the only European country which had not succumbed to the
mighty little man who was less than human in feeling; and more than
human in will; that our spirit for resistance was greater than our
strength; and that the Channel was often calm。 Boats built of wood
which was greenly growing in its native forest three days before it
was bent as wales to their sides; were ridiculous enough; but they
might be; after all; sufficient for a single trip between two
visible shores。
The English watched Buonaparte in these preparations; and Buonaparte
watched the English。 At the distance of Boulogne details were lost;
but we were impressed on fine days by the novel sight of a huge army
moving and twinkling like a school