Вдали от безумной толпы

XXXI. Blame—Fury

           Thereareaccentsintheeyewhicharenotonthetongue,andmoretalescomefrompalelipsthancanenteranear.Itisboththegrandeurandthepainoftheremotermoodsthattheyavoidthepathwayofsound.Boldwood’slookwasunanswerable.

           Seeingsheturnedalittleaside,hesaid,"What,areyouafraidofme?"

           "Whyshouldyousaythat?"saidBathsheba.

           "Ifanciedyoulookedso,"saidhe."Anditismoststrange,becauseofitscontrastwithmyfeelingforyou."

           Sheregainedself-possession,fixedhereyescalmly,andwaited.

           "Youknowwhatthatfeelingis,"continuedBoldwood,deliberately."Athingstrongasdeath.Nodismissalbyahastyletteraffectsthat."

           "Iwishyoudidnotfeelsostronglyaboutme,"shemurmured."Itisgenerousofyou,andmorethanIdeserve,butImustnothearitnow."

           "Hearit?WhatdoyouthinkIhavetosay,then?Iamnottomarryyou,andthat’senough.Yourletterwasexcellentlyplain.IwantyoutohearnothingnotI."

           Bathshebawasunabletodirectherwillintoanydefinitegrooveforfreeingherselffromthisfearfullyawkwardposition.Sheconfusedlysaid,"Goodevening,"andwasmovingon.Boldwoodwalkeduptoherheavilyanddully.

           "Bathshebadarlingisitfinalindeed?"

           "Indeeditis."

           "Oh,Bathshebahavepityuponme!"Boldwoodburstout."God’ssake,yesIamcometothatlow,loweststagetoaskawomanforpity!Still,sheisyousheisyou."

           Bathshebacommandedherselfwell.Butshecouldhardlygetaclearvoiceforwhatcameinstinctivelytoherlips:"Thereislittlehonourtothewomaninthatspeech.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 262 из 522