barnaby rudge(巴纳比·卢杰)-第67章
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distant regions； carrying from stem to stern no other cargo； the
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bells are silent； they ring out no entreaties or regrets； they are
used to it and have grown worldly。
Joe bought a roll； and reduced his purse to the condition （with a
difference） of that celebrated purse of Fortunatus； which；
whatever were its favoured owner’s necessities； had one unvarying
amount in it。 In these real times； when all the Fairies are dead and
buried； there are still a great many purses which possess that
quality。 The sum…total they contain is expressed in arithmetic by a
circle； and whether it be added to or multiplied by its own amount；
the result of the problem is more easily stated than any known in
figures。
Evening drew on at last。 With the desolate and solitary feeling
of one who had no home or shelter； and was alone utterly in the
world for the first time； he bent his steps towards the locksmith’s
house。 He had delayed till now； knowing that Mrs Varden
sometimes went out alone； or with Miggs for her sole attendant； to
lectures in the evening； and devoutly hoping that this might be
one of her nights of moral culture。
He had walked up and down before the house； on the opposite
side of the way； two or three times； when as he returned to it
again； he caught a glimpse of a fluttering skirt at the door。 It was
Dolly’s—to whom else could it belong？ no dress but hers had such
a flow as that。 He plucked up his spirits； and followed it into the
workshop of the Golden Key。
His darkening the door caused her to look round。 Oh that face！
‘If it hadn’t been for that；’ thought Joe； ‘I should never have
walked into poor Tom Cobb。 She’s twenty times handsomer than
ever。 She might marry a Lord！’
He didn’t say this。 He only thought it—perhaps looked it also。
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Dolly was glad to see him； and was so sorry her father and mother
were away from home。 Joe begged she wouldn’t mention it on any
account。
Dolly hesitated to lead the way into the parlour； for there it was
nearly dark； at the same time she hesitated to stand talking in the
workshop； which was yet light and open to the street。 They had
got by some means； too； before the little forge； and Joe having her
hand in his （which he had no right to have； for Dolly only gave it
him to shake）； it was so like standing before some homely altar
being married； that it was the most embarrassing state of things in
the world。
‘I have come；’ said Joe； ‘to say good…bye—to say good…bye for I
don’t know how many years； perhaps for ever。 I am going abroad。’
Now this was exactly what he should not have said。 Here he
was； talking like a gentleman at large who was free to come and go
and roam about the world at pleasure； when that gallant
coachmaker had vowed but the night before that Miss Varden held
him bound in adamantine chains； and had positively stated in so
many words that she was killing him by inches； and that in a
fortnight more or thereabouts he expected to make a decent end
and leave the business to his mother。
Dolly released her hand and said ‘Indeed！’ She remarked in the
same breath that it was a fine night； and in short； betrayed no
more emotion than the forge itself。
‘I couldn’t go；’ said Joe； ‘without coming to see you。 I hadn’t the
heart to。’
Dolly was more sorry than she could tell； that he should have
taken so much trouble。 It was such a long way； and he must have
such a deal to do。 And how was Mr Willet—that dear old
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gentleman—
‘Is this all you say！’ cried Joe。
All！ Good gracious； what did the man expect！ She was obliged
to take her apron in her hand and run her eyes along the hem
from corner to corner； to keep herself from laughing in his face；—
not because his gaze confused her—not at all。
Joe had small experience in love affairs； and had no notion how
different young ladies are at different times； he had expected to
take Dolly up again at the very point where he had left her after
that delicious evening ride； and was no more prepared for such an
alteration than to see the sun and moon change places。 He had
buoyed himself up all day with an indistinct idea that she would
certainly say ‘Don’t go；’ or ‘Don’t leave us；’ or ‘Why do you go？’ or
‘Why do you leave us？’ or would give him some little
encouragement of that sort； he had even entertained the
possibility of her bursting into tears； of her throwing herself into
his arms； of her falling down in a fainting fit without previous
word or sign； but any approach to such a line of conduct as this；
had been so far from his thoughts that he could only look at her in
silent wonder。
Dolly in the meanwhile； turned to the corners of her apron； and
measured the sides； and smoothed out the wrinkles； and was as
silent as he。 At last after a long pause； Joe said good…bye。 ‘Good…
bye’—said Dolly—with as pleasant a smile as if he were going into
the next street； and were coming back to supper； ‘good…bye。’
‘Come；’ said Joe； putting out both hands； ‘Dolly； dear Dolly；
don’t let us part like this。 I love you dearly； with all my heart and
soul； with as much truth and earnestness as ever man loved
woman in this world； I do believe。 I am a poor fellow； as you
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know—poorer now than ever； for I have fled from home； not being
able to bear it any longer； and must fight my own way without
help。 You are beautiful； admired； are loved by everybody； are well
off and happy； and may you ever be so！ Heaven forbid I should
ever make you otherwise； but give me a word of comfort。 Say
something kind to me。 I have no right to expect it of you； I know；
but I ask it because I love you； and shall treasure the slightest
word from you all through my life。 Dolly； dearest； have you
nothing to say to me？’
No。 Nothing。 Dolly was a coquette by nature； and a spoilt child。
She had no notion of being carried by storm in this way。 The
coachmaker would have been dissolved in tears； and would have
knelt down； and called himself names； and clasped his hands； and
beat his breast； and tugged wildly at his cravat； and done all kinds
of poetry。 Joe had no business to be going abroad。 He had no right
to be able to do it。 If he was in adamantine chains； he couldn’t。
‘I have said good…bye；’ said Dolly； ‘twice。 Take your arm away
directly； Mr Joseph； or I’ll call Miggs。’
‘I’ll not reproach you；’ answered Joe； ‘it’s my fault； no doubt。 I
have thought sometimes that you didn’t quite despise me； but I
was a fool to think so。 Every one must； who has seen the life I have
led—you most of all。 God bless you！’
He was gone； actually gone。 Dolly waited a little while； thinking
he would return； peeped out at the door； looked up the street and
down as well as the increasing darkness would allow； came in
again； waited a little longer； went upstairs humming a tune； bolted
herself in； laid her head down on her bed； and cried as if her heart
would break。 And yet such natures are made up of so many
contradictions； that if Joe Willet had come back that night； next
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day； next week； next month； the odds are a hundred to one she
would have treated him in the very same manner； and have wept
for it afterwards with the very same distress。
She had no sooner left the workshop than there cautiously
peered out from behind the chimney of the forge； a face which had
already emerged from the same concealment twice or thrice；
unseen； and which； after satisfying itself that it was now alone； was
followed by a leg； a shoulder； and so on by degrees； until the form
of Mr Tappertit stood confessed； with a brown…paper cap stuck
negligently on one side of its head； and its arms very much a…
kimbo。
‘Have my ears deceived me；’ said the ’prentice； ‘or do I dream！
am I to thank thee； Fortun’； or to cus thee—which？’
He gravely descended from his elevation； took down his piece of
looking…glass； planted it against the wall upon the usual bench；
twisted his head round； and looked closely at his legs。
‘If they’re a dream；’ said Sim； ‘let sculptures have such wisions；
and chisel ’em out when they wake。 This is reality。 Sleep has no
such limbs as them。 Tremble； Willet； and despair。 She’s mine！
She’s mine！’
With these triumphant expressions； he seized a hammer and
dealt a heavy blow at a vice； which in his mind’s eye represented
the sconce or head of Joseph Willet。 That done； he burst into a
peal of laughter which startled Miss Miggs even in her distant
kitchen； and dipping his head into a bowl of water； had recourse to
a jack…towel inside the closet door； w
