jeremy-第15章

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scrubbed　your　back　with　that　hard　yellow　soap　they　wash　Hamlet
with。〃

His　eyes　grew　wide　with　the　horrible　picture。

〃Oh；　Miss　Jones；　you　mustn't　go　there！〃

〃Would　you　mind；〃　she　said；　〃just　getting　me　some　water　from　thejug
over　there？　　There's　a　glass　there。〃

Still　proud　of　the　level　to　which　he　had　been　raised；　but　puzzled
beyond　any　words　as　to　this　new　realisation　of　Miss　Jones；　he
fetched　her　the　water；　then；　standing　quite　close　to　her；　he　said：

〃You　must　stay　with　us；　always。〃

She　looked　up　at　him；　and　they　exchanged　a　glance。

With　that　glance　Miss　Jones　learnt　more　about　children　than　she　had
ever　learnt　beforemore；　indeed；　than　most　people　learn　in　all
their　mortal　lives。

〃I　can't　stay；〃　she　said；　and　she　even　smiled　a　little；　〃if　you're
always　naughty。〃

〃We　won't　be　naughty　any　more。〃　He　sighed。　〃It　was　great　fun；　of
course；　but　we　won't　do　it　any　more。　We　never　knew　you　minded。〃

〃Never　knew　I　minded？〃

〃At　least；　we　never　thought　about　you　at　all。　Helen　did　sometimes。
She　said　you　had　a　headache　when　you　were　very　yellow　in　the
morning；　but　I　said　it　was　only　because　you　were　old。　But　we'll　be
good　now。　I'll　tell　them　too〃

Then　he　added：　〃But　you　won't　go　away　now　even　if　we're　not　always
good？　We　won't　always　be；　I　suppose；　and　I'm　going　to　school　in
September；　and　it　will　be　better　then；　I　expect。　I'm　too　old；
really；　to　learn　with　girls　now。〃

She　wanted　terribly　to　kiss　him；　and；　had　she　done　so；　the　whole
good　work　of　the　last　quarter　of　an　hour　would　have　been　undone。　He
was　aware　of　her　temptation；　he　felt　it　in　the　air。　She　saw　the
warning　in　his　eyes。　The　moment　passed。

〃You　won't　go　away；　will　you？〃　he　said　again。

〃Not　if　you're　good；〃　she　said。




IV


Half　an　hour　later；　when　Mary　and　Helen　returned　from　their　walk；
they　were　addressed　by　Jeremy。

〃She　was　crying　because　we'd　been　so　naughty；　and　she　had　pains　in
her　head；　and　her　brother　was　dead。　Her　brother　was　very　strong；　and
he　used　to　row　in　a　boat　forty　years　ago。　She　told　me　all　about　it；
just　as　though　I'd　been　Aunt　Amy　or　Mother。　And　she　says　that　if　we
go　on　being　naughty　she'll　go　away；　and　no　one　else　will　have　her；
because　they'll　hear　about　our　having　been　naughty。　And　I　told　her
about　the　workhouse　and　the　porridge　and　the　yellow　soap　that　the
Jampot　told　us　of；　and　it　would　be　awful　if　she　went　there　because
of　us；　wouldn't　it？〃

〃Awful；〃　said　Mary。

But　Helen　said：　〃She　wouldn't　go　there。　She'd　take　a　little　house；
like　Miss　Dobell；　and　have　tea…parties　on　Thursdayssomewhere　near
the　Cathedral。〃

〃No；　she　wouldn't！〃　said　Jeremy　excitedly。　〃How　could　she　take　a
little　house　if　she　hadn't　any　money？　She　told　me　she　hadn't；　and　no
friends；　nor　nobody；　and　she　cried　like　anything〃　He　paused　for
breath；　then　concluded：　〃So　we've　got　to　be　good　now；　and　learn
sums；　and　not　make　her　jump。　Really　and　truly；　we　must。〃

〃I　always　thought　you　were　very　silly　to　make　so　much　noise；〃　said
Helen　in　a　superior　fashion。　〃You　and　Marybabies！〃

〃We're　not　babies；〃　shouted　Jeremy。

〃Yes；　you　are。〃

〃No；　we're　not。〃

Miss　Jones　was　no　longer　the　subject　of　the　conversation。

That　same　day　it　happened　that　rumours　were　brought　to　Mrs。　Cole
through　Rose；　the　housemaid；　or　some　other　medium　for　the　first
time；　of　Miss　Jones's　incapacity。

That　evening　Jeremy　was　spending　his　last　half…hour　before　bedtime
in　his　mother's　room　happily　in　a　corner　with　his　toy　village。　He
suddenly　heard　his　mother　say　to　Aunt　Amy：

〃I'm　afraid　Miss　Jones　won't　do。　I　thought　she　was　managing　the
children；　but　now　I　hear　that　she　can't　keep　order　at　all。　I'm
sorryit's　so　difficult　to　get　anyone。〃

Jeremy　sprang　up　from　the　floor；　startling　the　ladies；　who　had
forgotten　that　he　was　there。

〃She's　all　right；〃　he　cried。　〃Really　she　is；　Mother。　We're　going　to
be　as　good　as　anything；　really　we　are。　You　won't　send　her　away；　will
you？？

〃My　dear　Jeremy；〃　his　mother　said；　〃I'd　forgotten　you　were　there。
Rose　says　you　don't　do　anything　Miss　Jones　tells　you。〃

〃Rose　is　silly；〃　he　answered。　〃She　doesn't　know　anything　about　it。
But　you　will　keep　her；　won't　you；　Mother？〃

〃I　don't　knowif　she　can't　manage　you〃

〃But　she　can　manage　us。　We'll　be　good　as　anything；　I　promise。　You
will　keep　her；　won't　you；　Mother？〃

〃Really；　Jeremy；〃　said　Aunt　Amy；　〃to　bother　your　mother　so！　And　it's
nearly　time　you　went　to　bed。〃

He　brushed　her　aside。　〃You　will　keep　her；　Mother；　won't　you　？〃

〃It　depends；　dear；〃　said　Mrs。　Cole；　laughing。　〃You　see〃

〃Nowe'll　be　bad　with　everyone　else；〃　he　cried。　〃We　will；　really
everyone　else。　And　we'll　be　good　with　Miss　Jones。〃

〃Well；　so　long　as　you're　good；　dear；〃　she　said。　〃I'd　no　idea　you
liked　her　so　much。〃

〃Oh；　she's　all　right；〃　he　said。　〃But　it　isn't　that〃　Then　he
stopped；　he　couldn't　explainespecially　with　that　idiot　Aunt　Amy
there；　who'd　only　laugh　at　him；　or　kiss　him；　or　something　else
horrible。

Afterwards；　as　he　went　slowly　up　to　bed；　he　stopped　for　a　moment　in
the　dark　passage　thinking。　The　whole　house　was　silent　about　him；
only　the　clocks　whispering。

What　a　tiresome　bother　Aunt　Amy　was！　How　he　wished　that　she　were
dead！　And　what　a　bore　it　would　be　being　good　now　with　Miss　Jones。　At
the　same　time；　the　renewed　consciousness　of　her　personal　drama　most
strangely　moved　himher　brother　who　rowed；　her　neuralgia；　her　lack
of　relations。　Perhaps　Aunt　Amy　also　had　an　exciting　history！　Perhaps
she　also　cried！

The　world　seemed　to　be　suddenly　filled　with　pressing；　thronging
figures；　all　with　businesses　of　their　own。

It　was　very　odd。

He　pushed　back　the　schoolroom　door　and　blinked　at　the　sudden　light。




CHAPTER　V

THE　SEA…CAPTAIN


I


Very　few　matter…of…fact　citizens　of　the　present…day　world　will
understand　the　part　that　the　sea　used　to　play　in　our　young　lives
thirty　years　ago　in　Polchester。

It　is　very　easy　to　look　at　the　map　and　say　that　the　sea　is　a
considerable　distance　from　Polchester；　and　that　even　if　you　stood　on
the　highest　ridge　of　the　highest　cornfield　above　the　town　you　would
not　be　able　to　catch　the　faintest　glimpse　of　it。　That　may　be　true；
although　I　myself　can　never　be　completely　assured；　possessing　so
vividly　as　I　do　a　memory　of　a　day　when　I　stood　with　my　nurse　at　the
edge　of　Merazion　Woods　and；　gazing　out　to　the　horizon；　saw　a　fleet
of　ships　full…sail　upon　the　bluest　of　seas；　and　would　not　be
persuaded　that　it　was　merely　wrack　of　clouds。　That　may　be　or　no；　the
fact　remains　that　Polchester　sniffed　the　sea　from　afar；　was　caught
with　sea　breezes　and　bathed　in　reflected　sea…lights；　again　and　again
of　an　evening　the　Cathedral　sailed　on　dust　and　shadow　towards　the
horizon；　a　great　white　ghost　of　a　galleon；　and　the　young　citizens　of
the　town　with　wondering　eyes；　watched　it　go。　But　there　were　more
positive　influences　than　mere　cloud　and　light。　We　had；　in　the　lower
part　of　our　town；　sailors；　quite　a　number　of　them。　There　were　the
old　white…bearded　ones　who　would　sit　upon　tubs　and　tell　smuggling
tales；　these　haunted　the　River　Pol；　fished　in　it；　ferried　people
across　it；　and　let　out　boats　for　hire。　There　were　younger　sailors
who；　tired　of　the　still　life　of　their　little　villages　and　dreading
the　real　hard　work　of　a　life　at　sea；　lurched　and　slouched　by　the
Pol's　river　bed；　fishing　a　little；　sleeping；　eating　and　drinking　a
great　deal。

And　there　were　the　true　sailors；　passing　through　perhaps　on　their
way　to　Drymouth　to　join　their　ships；　staying　in　the　town　for　a　day
or　two　to　visit　their　relations；　or　simply　stopping　for　an　hour　or
so　to　gaze　open…mouthed　at　the　Cathedral　and　the　market…place　and
the　Canons　and　the　old　women。　These　men　had　sometimes　gold　rings　in
their　ears；　and　their　faces　were　often　coloured　a　dark　rich　brown；
and　they　carried　bundles　across　their　backs　all　in　the　traditional
style。

Then　there　were　influences　more　subtle　than　either　clouds　or　men。
There　were　the　influences　of　the　places　that　we　had　ourselves　seen
in　our　summer　holidaysRafiel　and　St。　Lowe；　Marion　Bay　or　Borhaze
and；　on　the　other　coast；　Newbock　with　its　vast　stretch　of　yellow
sand；　St。　Borse　with　its　wild　seas　and　giant　Borse　Head；　or　St。
Nails…in…Cove　with　its　coloured　rocks　and　sparkling　shells。　Every
child　had　his　own　place；　my　place　was；　like　Jeremy's；　Rafiel；　and　a
better；　more　beautiful　place；　in　the　whole　world　you　will　not　find。
And　each　place　has　its　own　legend：　at　Rafiel　the　Gold　lured　Pirates；
and　the　Turnip…　Field；　at　Polwint　the　Giant　Excise　Man；　at　Borhaze
the　Smugglers　of　Trezent　Rock；　at　St。　Borse　the　wreck　of　〃The　Golden
Galleon〃　in　the　year　1563；　with　its　wonderful　treasure；　and　at　St。
Maitsin　Cove　the　famous　Witch　of　St。　Maitsin　Church　Town　who　turned
men's　bones　into　water　and　filled　St。　Maitsin　Church　with　snakes。
Back　from　one　summer　holiday；　treasuring　these　stories　together　with
our　collections　of　shells　and　seaweed　and　dried　flowers；　we　came；
and　so　the　tales　settled　in　Polchester　streets　and　crept　into　the
heart　of　the　Polchester　cobbles　and　haunted　the　Polchester　corners
by　the　fire；　and　even　invaded　with　their　romantic；　peering；
mischievous　faces　the　solemn　aisles　of　the　Cathedral　itself。

The　sea　was　at　the　heart　of　all　of　them；　and　whenever　a　sea…breeze
blew　down　the　street　carrying　with　it　wisps　of　straw　from　the　field；
or　dandelion　seeds；　or　smell　of　sea…　pinks；　we　children　lifted　our
noses　and　sniffed　and　sniffed　and　saw　the　waves　curl　in　across　the
shore；　or　breakers　burst　upon　the　rock；　and　whispered　to　one　another
of　the　Smugglers　of　Trezent　or　the　Gold…laced　Pirates　of　Rafiel。

But　I　think　that　none　of　us　adored　the　sea　as　Jeremy　did。　From　that
first　moment　when；　as　a　small　baby；　he　had　been　held　up　in　Rafiel
Cove　to　see　the　tops　of　the　waves　catch　the　morning　light　as　they
rolled　over　to　shore；　he　had　adored　it。　He　had　never　felt　any　fear
of　it；　he　had　been　able　to　swim　since　he　could　remember；　and　he
simply　lived　for　those　days　at　the　end　of　July　when　they　would　all；
in　a　frantic　hurry　and　confusion；　take　the　train　for　Rafiel　and
arrive　at　Cow　Farm　in　the　evening；　with　the　roar　of　the　sea　coming
across　the　quiet　fields　to　mingle　with　the　lowing　of　the　cows　and
the　bleating　of　the　sheep。　He　had　in　his　bedroom　a　wonderful
collection　of　dusty　and　sticky　sea…shells；　and　these　he　would　turn
over　and　over；　letting　them　run　through　his　fingers　as　a　miner
counts　his　gold。

Let　him　catch　the　faintest　glimpse　of　a　shadow　of　a　sailor　in　the
street　and　he　was　after　it；　and　he　had　once；　when　he　was　only　four
or　five；　been　caught　by　the　terrified　Jampot；　only　just　in　time；
walking　away　confidently　down　the　market…place；　his　hand　in　the　huge
grasp　of　a　villainous　looking　mariner。　He　was　exceedingly　happy　in
his　home；　but　he　did　often　wonder　whether　he　would　not　run　away　to
sea；　of　course；　he　was　going　to　be　a　sailor；　but　it　seemed　so　long
to　wait　until　he　was　thirteen　or　fourteen；　and　there　was　the　sea　all
the　time　rolling　in　and　out　and　inviting　him　to　come。

Mrs。　Cole　warned　Miss　Jones　of　this　taste　of　Jeremy's：　〃Never　let
him　speak　to　a　sailor；　Miss　Jones。　There　are　some　horrible　men　in
the　town；　and　Jeremy　simply　is　not　to　be　trusted　when　sailors　are
concerned。〃

Miss　Jones；　however；　could　not　be　always　on　her　g