the poor clare-第8章
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ine that he would believe the account I gave him of the fearful double of Lucy which I had seen on the lonely moor…side。 But my uncle had lived many years； and learnt many things； and； in the deep secrets of family history that had been confided to him； he had heard of cases of innocent people bewitched and taken possession of by evil spirits yet more fearful than Lucy's。 For； as he said； to judge from all I told him； that resemblance had no power over her she was too pure and good to be tainted by its evil； haunting presence。 It had； in all probability； so my uncle conceived； tried to suggest wicked thoughts and to tempt to wicked actions but she； in her saintly maidenhood； had passed on undefiled by evil thought or deed。 It could not touch her soul： but true； it set her apart from all sweet love or common human intercourse。 My uncle threw himself with an energy more like six…and…twenty than sixty into the consideration of the whole case。 He undertook the proving Lucy's descent； and volunteered to go and find out Mr。 Gisborne； and obtain； firstly； the legal proofs of her descent from the Fitzgeralds of Kildoon； and； secondly； to try and hear all that he could respecting the working of the curse； and whether any and what means had been taken to exorcise that terrible appearance。 For he told me of instances where； by prayers and long fasting； the evil possessor had been driven forth with howling and many cries from the body which it had come to inhabit； he spoke of those strange New England cases which had happened not so long before； of Mr。 Defoe； who had written a book； wherein he had named many modes of subduing apparitions； and sending them back whence they came； and； lastly； he spoke low of dreadful ways of compelling witches to undo their witchcraft。 But I could not endure to hear of those tortures and burnings。 I said that Bridget was rather a wild and savage woman than a malignant witch； and； above all； that Lucy was of her kith and kin； and that； in putting her to the trial； by water or by fire； we should be torturingit might be to the deaththe ancestress of her we sought to redeem。
My uncle thought awhile； and then said； that in this last matter I was rightat any rate； it should not be tried； with his consent； till all other modes of remedy had failed； and he assented to my proposal that I should go myself and see Bridget； and tell her all。
In accordance with this； I went down once more to the wayside inn near Coldholme。 It was late at night when I arrived there； and； while I supped； I inquired of the landlord more particulars as to Bridget's ways。 Solitary and savage had been her life for many years。 Wild and despotic were her words and manner to those few people who came across her path。 The country…folk did her imperious bidding； because they feared to disobey。 If they pleased her； they prospered； if； on the contrary； they neglected or traversed her behests； misfortune； small or great； fell on them and theirs。 It was not detestation so much as an indefinable terror that she excited。
In the morning I went to see her。 She was standing on the green outside her cottage； and received me with the sullen grandeur of a throneless queen。 I read in her face that she recognized me； and that I was not unwelcome； but she stood silent till I had opened my errand。
〃I have news of your daughter；〃 said I； resolved to speak straight to all that I knew she felt of love； and not to spare her。 〃She is dead！〃
The stern figure scarcely trembled； but her hand sought the support of the door…post。
〃I knew that she was dead；〃 said she； deep and low； and then was silent for an instant。 〃My tears that should have flowed for her were burnt up long years ago。 Young man； tell me about her。〃
〃Not yet；〃 said I； having a strange power given me of confronting one； whom； nevertheless； in my secret soul I dreaded。
〃You had once a little dog；〃 I continued。 The words called out in her more show of emotion than the intelligence of her daughter's death。 She broke in upon my speech：…
〃I had！ It was hersthe last thing I had of hersand it was shot for wantonness！ It died in my arms。 The man who killed that dog rues it to this day。 For that dumb beast's blood； his best…beloved stands accursed。〃
Her eyes distended； as if she were in a trance and saw the working of her curse。 Again I spoke：…
〃O； woman！〃 I said； 〃that best…beloved； standing accursed before men； is your dead daughter's child。〃
The life； the energy； the passion； came back to the eyes with which she pierced through me； to see if I spoke truth； then； without another question or word； she threw herself on the ground with fearful vehemence； and clutched at the innocent daisies with convulsed hands。
〃Bone of my bone！ flesh of my flesh！ have I cursed theeand art thou accursed？〃
So she moaned； as she lay prostrate in her great agony。 I stood aghast at my own work。 She did not hear my broken sentences； she asked no more； but the dumb confirmation which my sad looks had given that one fact； that her curse rested on her own daughter's child。 The fear grew on me lest she should die in her strife of body and soul； and then might not Lucy remain under the spell as long as she lived？
Even at this moment； I saw Lucy coming through the woodland path that led to Bridget's cottage； Mistress Clarke was with her： I felt at my heart that it was she； by the balmy peace which the look of her sent over me； as she slowly advanced； a glad surprise shining out of her soft quiet eyes。 That was as her gaze met mine。 As her looks fell on the woman lying stiff； convulsed on the earth； they became full of tender pity； and she came forward to try and lift her up。 Seating herself on the turf； she took Bridget's head into her lap； and； with gentle touches； she arranged the dishevelled gray hair streaming thick and wild from beneath her mutch。
〃God help her！〃 murmured Lucy。 〃How she suffers！〃
At her desire we sought for water； but when we returned； Bridget had recovered her wandering senses； and was kneeling with clasped hands before Lucy； gazing at that sweet sad face as though her troubled nature drank in health and peace from every moment's contemplation。 A faint tinge on Lucy's pale cheeks showed me that she was aware of our return； otherwise it appeared as if she was conscious of her influence for good over the passionate and troubled woman kneeling before her； and would not willingly avert her grave and loving eyes from that wrinkled and careworn countenance。
Suddenlyin the twinkling of an eyethe creature appeared； there； behind Lucy； fearfully the same as to outward semblance； but kneeling exactly as Bridget knelt； and clasping her hands in jesting mimicry as Bridget clasped hers in her ecstasy that was deepening into a prayer。 Mistress Clarke cried outBridget arose slowly； her gaze fixed on the creature beyond： drawing her breath with a hissing sound； never moving her terrible eyes； that were steady as stone； she made a dart at the phantom； and caught； as I had done； a mere handful of empty air。 We saw no more of the creatureit vanished as suddenly as it came； but Bridget looked slowly on； as if watching some receding form。 Lucy sat still； white； trembling； droopingI think she would have swooned if I had not been there to uphold her。 While I was attending to her； Bridget passed us； without a word to any one； and； entering her cottage； she barred herself in； and left us without。
All our endeavours were now directed to get Lucy back to the house where she had tarried the night before。 Mistress Clarke told me that； not hearing from me （some letter must have miscarried）； she had grown impatient and despairing； and had urged Lucy to the enterprise of coming to seek her grandmother； not telling her； indeed； of the dread reputation she possessed； or how we suspected her of having so fearfully blighted that innocent girl； but； at the same time； hoping much from the mysterious stirring of blood； which Mistress Clarke trusted in for the removal of the curse。 They had come； by a different route from that which I had taken； to a village inn not far from Coldholme； only the night before。 This was the first interview between ancestress and descendant。
All through the sultry noon I wandered along the tangled brush…wood of the old neglected forest； thinking where to turn for remedy in a matter so complicated and mysterious。 Meeting a countryman； I asked my way to the nearest clergyman； and went； hoping to obtain some counsel from him。 But he proved to be a coarse and common…minded man； giving no time or attention to the intricacies of a case； but dashing out a strong opinion involving immediate action。 For instance； as soon as I named Bridget Fitzgerald； he exclaimed：…
〃The Coldholme witch！ the Irish papist！ I'd have had her ducked long since but for that other papist； Sir Philip Tempest。 He has had to threaten honest folk about here over and over again； or they'd have had her up before the justices for her black doings。 And it's the law of the land that witches should be burnt！ Ay； and of Scripture； too； sir！ Yet you see a papist； if he's a rich squire； can overrule both law and Scripture。 I'd carry a faggot myself to rid the country of her！〃
Such a one could give me no help。 I rather drew back what I had already said； and tried to make the parson forget it； by treating him to several pots of beer； in the village inn； to which we had adjourned for our conference at his suggestion。 I left him as soon as I could； and returned to Coldholme； shaping my way past deserted Starkey Manor…house； and coming upon it by the back。 At that side were the oblong remains of the old moat； the waters of which lay placid and motionless under the crimson rays of the setting sun； with the forest…trees lying straight along each side； and their deep…green foliage mirrored to blackness in the burnished surface of the moat belowand the broken sun…dial at the end nearest the halland the heron； standing on one leg at the water's edge； lazily looking down for fishthe lonely and desolate house scarce needed the broken windows； the weeds on the door…sill； the broken shutter softly flapping to and fro in the twilight breeze； to fill up the picture of desertion and decay。 I lingered about the place until the growing darkness warned me on。 And then I passed along the path； cut by the orders of the last lady of Starkey Manor…House； that led me to Bridget's cottage。 I resolved at once to see her； and； in spite of closed doorsit might be of resolved willshe should see me。 So I knocked at her door； gently； loudly； fiercely。 I shook it so vehemently that a length the old hinges gave way； and with a crash it fell inwards； leaving me suddenly face to face with BridgetI； red； heated； agitated with my so long baffled effortsshe； stiff as any stone； standing right facing me； her eyes dilated with terror； her ashen lips trembling； but her body motionless。 In her hands she held her crucifix； as if by that holy symbol she sought to oppose my entrance。 At sight of me； her whole frame relaxed； and she sank back upon a chair。 Some mighty tension had given way。 Still her eyes looked fearfully into the gloom of the outer air； made more opaque by the glimmer of the lamp inside； which sh
