barnaby rudge(巴纳比·卢杰)-第170章
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tossing her head； as she looked at Mrs Varden； repeated—
‘Ho； good gracious！’
‘I think you said that once before； my dear；’ observed the
locksmith。
‘Times is changed； is they； mim！’ cried Miggs； bridling； ‘you can
spare me now； can you？ You can keep ’em down without me？
You’re not in wants of any one to scold； or throw the blame upon；
no longer； an’t you； mim？ I’m glad to find you’ve grown so
independent。 I wish you joy； I’m sure！’
With that she dropped a curtsey； and keeping her head erect；
her ear towards Mrs Varden； and her eye on the rest of the
company； as she alluded to them in her remarks； proceeded：
‘I’m quite delighted； I’m sure； to find sich independency； feeling
sorry though； at the same time； mim； that you should have been
forced into submissions when you couldn’t help yourself—he he
he！ It must be great vexations； ‘specially considering how ill you
always spoke of Mr Joe—to have him for a son…in…law at last； and I
wonder Miss Dolly can put up with him； either； after being off and
on for so many years with a coachmaker。 But I have heerd say；
that the coachmaker thought twice about it—he he he！—and that
he told a young man as was a frind of his； that he hoped he
knowed better than to be drawed into that； though she and all the
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family did pull uncommon strong！’
Here she paused for a reply； and receiving none； went on as
before。
‘I have heerd say； mim； that the illnesses of some ladies was all
pretensions； and that they could faint away； stone dead； whenever
they had the inclinations so to do。 Of course I never see sich cases
with my own eyes—ho no！ He he he！ Nor master neither—ho no！
He he he！ I have heerd the neighbours make remark as some one
as they was acquainted with； was a poor good…natur’d mean…
spirited creetur； as went out fishing for a wife one day； and caught
a Tartar。 Of course I never to my knowledge see the poor person
himself。 Nor did you neither； mim—ho no。 I wonder who it can
be—don’t you； mim？ No doubt you do； mim。 Ho yes。 He he he！’
Again Miggs paused for a reply； and none being offered； was so
oppressed with teeming spite and spleen； that she seemed like to
burst。
‘I’m glad Miss Dolly can laugh；’ cried Miggs with a feeble titter。
‘I like to see folks a…laughing—so do you； mim； don’t you？ You was
always glad to see people in spirits； wasn’t you； mim？ And you
always did your best to keep ’em cheerful； didn’t you； mim？
Though there an’t such a great deal to laugh at now either； is
there； mim？ It an’t so much of a catch； after looking out so sharp
ever since she was a little chit； and costing such a deal in dress and
show； to get a poor； common soldier； with one arm； is it； mim？ He
he！ I wouldn’t have a husband with one arm； anyways。 I would
have two arms。 I would have two arms； if it was me； though
instead of hands they’d only got hooks at the end； like our
dustman！’
Miss Miggs was about to add； and had； indeed； begun to add；
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that； taking them in the abstract； dustmen were far more eligible
matches than soldiers； though； to be sure； when people were past
choosing they must take the best they could get； and think
themselves well off too； but her vexation and chagrin being of that
internally bitter sort which finds no relief in words； and is
aggravated to madness by want of contradiction； she could hold
out no longer； and burst into a storm of sobs and tears。
In this extremity she fell on the unlucky nephew； tooth and nail；
and plucking a handful of hair from his head； demanded to know
how long she was to stand there to be insulted； and whether or no
he meant to help her to carry out the box again； and if he took a
pleasure in hearing his family reviled： with other inquiries of that
nature； at which disgrace and provocation； the small boy； who had
been all this time gradually lashed into rebellion by the sight of
unattainable pastry； walked off indignant； leaving his aunt and the
box to follow at their leisure。 Somehow or other； by dint of
pushing and pulling； they did attain the street at last； where Miss
Miggs； all blowzed with the exertion of getting there； and with her
sobs and tears； sat down upon her property to rest and grieve；
until she could ensnare some other youth to help her home。
‘It’s a thing to laugh at； Martha； not to care for；’ whispered the
locksmith； as he followed his wife to the window； and good…
humouredly dried her eyes。 ‘What does it matter？ You had seen
your fault before。 Come！ Bring up Toby again； my dear； Dolly shall
sing us a song； and we’ll be all the merrier for this interruption！’
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Chapter 81
nother month had passed； and the end of August had
Anearly come； when Mr Haredale stood alone in the mail…
coach office at Bristol。 Although but a few weeks had
intervened since his conversation with Edward Chester and his
niece； in the locksmith’s house； and he had made no change； in the
mean time； in his accustomed style of dress； his appearance was
greatly altered。 He looked much older； and more care…worn。
Agitation and anxiety of mind scatter wrinkles and grey hairs with
no unsparing hand； but deeper traces follow on the silent
uprooting of old habits； and severing of dear； familiar ties。 The
affections may not be so easily wounded as the passions； but their
hurts are deeper； and more lasting。 He was now a solitary man；
and the heart within him was dreary and lonesome。
He was not the less alone for having spent so many years in
seclusion and retirement。 This was no better preparation than a
round of social cheerfulness： perhaps it even increased the
keenness of his sensibility。 He had been so dependent upon her
for companionship and love； she had come to be so much a part
and parcel of his existence； they had had so many cares and
thoughts in common； which no one else had shared； that losing
her was beginning life anew； and being required to summon up
the hope and elasticity of youth； amid the doubts； distrusts； and
weakened energies of age。
The effort he had made to part from her with seeming
cheerfulness and hope—and they had parted only yesterday—left
him the more depressed。 With these feelings； he was about to
revisit London for the last time； and look once more upon the
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walls of their old home； before turning his back upon it； for ever。
The journey was a very different one； in those days； from what
the present generation find it； but it came to an end； as the longest
journey will； and he stood again in the streets of the metropolis。
He lay at the inn where the coach stopped； and resolved； before he
went to bed； that he would make his arrival known to no one；
would spend but another night in London； and would spare
himself the pang of parting； even with the honest locksmith。
Such conditions of the mind as that to which he was a prey
when he lay down to rest； are favourable to the growth of
disordered fancies； and uneasy visions。 He knew this； even in the
horror with which he started from his first sleep； and threw up the
window to dispel it by the presence of some object； beyond the
room； which had not been； as it were； the witness of his dream。
But it was not a new terror of the night； it had been present to him
before； in many shapes； it had haunted him in bygone times； and
visited his pillow again and again。 If it had been but an ugly object；
a childish spectre； haunting his sleep； its return； in its old form；
might have awakened a momentary sensation of fear； which；
almost in the act of waking； would have passed away。 This
disquiet； however； lingered about him； and would yield to nothing。
When he closed his eyes again； he felt it hovering near； as he
slowly sunk into a slumber； he was conscious of its gathering
strength and purpose； and gradually assuming its recent shape；
when he sprang up from his bed； the same phantom vanished
from his heated brain； and left him filled with a dread against
which reason and waking thought were powerless。
The sun was up； before he could shake it off。 He rose late； but
not refreshed； and remained within doors all that day。 He had a
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fancy for paying his last visit to the old spot in the evening； for he
had been accustomed to walk there at that season； and desired to
see it under the aspect th
