adam bede(亚当[1].比德)-第101章
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downstairs soon after herself； neatly dressed； and looking
resolutely self…possessed。 Hetty told her she was quite well this
morning。 She had only been very tired and overcome with her
journey； for she had come a long way to ask about her brother；
who had run away； and they thought he was gone for a soldier；
and Captain Donnithorne might know； for he had been very kind
to her brother once。 It was a lame story； and the landlady looked
doubtfully at Hetty as she told it； but there was a resolute air of
self…reliance about her this morning； so different from the helpless
prostration of yesterday； that the landlady hardly knew how to
make a remark that might seem like prying into other people’s
affairs。 She only invited her to sit down to breakfast with them；
and in the course of it Hetty brought out her ear…rings and locket；
and asked the landlord if he could help her to get money for them。
Her journey； she said； had cost her much more than she expected；
and now she had no money to get back to her friends； which she
wanted to do at once。
It was not the first time the landlady had seen the ornaments；
for she had examined the contents of Hetty’s pocket yesterday；
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and she and her husband had discussed the fact of a country girl
having these beautiful things； with a stronger conviction than ever
that Hetty had been miserably deluded by the fine young officer。
“Well；” said the landlord； when Hetty had spread the precious
trifles before him； “we might take ’em to the jeweller’s shop； for
there’s one not far off； but Lord bless you； they wouldn’t give you a
quarter o’ what the things are worth。 And you wouldn’t like to part
with ’em？” he added； looking at her inquiringly。
“Oh； I don’t mind；” said Hetty； hastily； “so as I can get money to
go back。”
“And they might think the things were stolen； as you wanted to
sell ’em；” he went on； “for it isn’t usual for a young woman like you
to have fine jew’llery like that。”
The blood rushed to Hetty’s face with anger。 “I belong to
respectable folks；” she said； “I’m not a thief。”
“No； that you aren’t； I’ll be bound；” said the landlady； “and
you’d no call to say that；” looking indignantly at her husband。
“The things were gev to her： that’s plain enough to be seen。”
“I didn’t mean as I thought so；” said the husband；
apologetically； “but I said it was what the jeweller might think； and
so he wouldn’t be offering much money for ’em。”
“Well；” said the wife； “suppose you were to advance some
money on the things yourself； and then if she liked to redeem ’em
when she got home； she could。 But if we heard nothing from her
after two months； we might do as we liked with ’em。”
I will not say that in this accommodating proposition the
landlady had no regard whatever to the possible reward of her
good nature in the ultimate possession of the locket and ear…rings：
indeed； the effect they would have in that case on the mind of the
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grocer’s wife had presented itself with remarkable vividness to her
rapid imagination。 The landlord took up the ornaments and
pushed out his lips in a meditative manner。 He wished Hetty well；
doubtless； but pray； how many of your well…wishers would decline
to make a little gain out of you？ Your landlady is sincerely affected
at parting with you； respects you highly； and will really rejoice if
any one else is generous to you； but at the same time she hands
you a bill by which she gains as high a percentage as possible。
“How much money do you want to get home with； young
woman？” said the well…wisher； at length。
“Three guineas；” answered Hetty； fixing on the sum she set out
with； for want of any other standard； and afraid of asking too
much。
“Well； I’ve ho objections to advance you three guineas；” said the
landlord； “and if you like to send it me back and get the jewellery
again； you can； you know。 The Green Man isn’t going to run
away。”
“Oh yes； I’ll be very glad if you’ll give me that；” said Hetty；
relieved at the thought that she would not have to go to the
jeweller’s and be stared at and questioned。
“But if you want the things again； you’ll write before long；” said
the landlady； “because when two months are up； we shall make up
our minds as you don’t want ’em。”
“Yes；” said Hetty indifferently。
The husband and wife were equally content with this
arrangement。 The husband thought； if the ornaments were not
redeemed； he could make a good thing of it by taking them to
London and selling them。 The wife thought she would coax the
good man into letting her keep them。 And they were
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accommodating Hetty； poor thing—a pretty； respectable…looking
young woman； apparently in a sad case。 They declined to take
anything for her food and bed： she was quite welcome。 And at
eleven o’clock Hetty said “Good…bye” to them with the same quiet；
resolute air she had worn all the morning； mounting the coach
that was to take her twenty miles back along the way she had
come。
There is a strength of self…possession which is the sign that the
last hope has departed。 Despair no more leans on others than
perfect contentment； and in despair pride ceases to be
counteracted by the sense of dependence。
Hetty felt that no one could deliver her from the evils that
would make life hateful to her； and no one； she said to herself；
should ever know her misery and humiliation。 No； she would not
confess even to Dinah。 She would wander out of sight； and drown
herself where her body would never be found； and no one should
know what had become of her。
When she got off this coach； she began to walk again； and take
cheap rides in carts； and get cheap meals； going on and on without
distinct purpose； yet strangely； by some fascination； taking the
way she had come； though she was determined not to go back to
her own country。 Perhaps it was because she had fixed her mind
on the grassy Warwickshire fields； with the bushy tree…studded
hedgerows that made a hiding…place even in this leafless season。
She went more slowly than she came； often getting over the stiles
and sitting for hours under the hedgerows； looking before her with
blank； beautiful eyes； fancying herself at the edge of a hidden pool；
low down； like that in the Scantlands； wondering if it were very
painful to be drowned； and if there would be anything worse after
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death than what she dreaded in life。 Religious doctrines had taken
no hold on Hetty’s mind。 She was one of those numerous people
who have had godfathers and godmothers； learned their
catechism； been confirmed； and gone to church every Sunday； and
yet； for any practical result of strength in life； or trust in death；
have never appropriated a single Christian idea or Christian
feeling。 You would misunderstand her thoughts during these
wretched days； if you imagined that they were influenced either by
religious fears or religious hopes。
She chose to go to Stratford…on…Avon again； where she had
gone before by mistake； for she remembered some grassy fields on
her former way towards it—fields among which she thought she
might find just the sort of pool she had in her mind。 Yet she took
care of her money still； she carried her basket； death seemed still a
long way off； and life was so strong in her。 She craved food and
rest—she hastened towards them at the very moment she was
picturing to herself the bank from which she would leap towards
death。 It was already five days since she had left Windsor； for she
had wandered about； always avoiding speech or questioning looks；
and recovering her air of proud self…dependence whenever she
was under observation； choosing her decent lodging at night； and
dressing herself neatly in the morning； and setting off on her way
steadily； or remaining under shelter if it rained； as if she had a
happy life to cherish。
And yet； even in her most self…conscious moments； the face was
sadly different from that which had smiled at itself in the old
specked glass； or smiled at others when they glanced at it
admiringly。 A hard and even fierce look had come in the eyes；
though their lashes were as long as ever； and they had all their
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dark brightness。 And the cheek was never dimpled with smiles
now。 It was the same rounded； pouting； childish prettiness； but
with all love and belief in love departed from it—the sadder for its
beauty； like that wondrous Medusa…face； with the
