Сестра Керри

Chapter XXIII. A Spirit In Travail: One Rung Put Behind

           Shemadeonemorevaineffortandthenburstintotears.

           “Now,bereasonable,Cad,”saidDrouetgently.“Whatdoyouwanttorushoutforthisway?Youhaven’tanyplacetogo.Whynotstayherenowandbequiet?I’llnotbotheryou.Idon’twanttostayhereanylonger.”

           Carriehadgonesobbingfromthedoortothewindow.Shewassoovercomeshecouldnotspeak.

           “Bereasonablenow,”hesaid.“Idon’twanttoholdyou.Youcangoifyouwantto,butwhydon’tyouthinkitover?Lordknows,Idon’twanttostopyou.”

           Hereceivednoanswer.Carriewasquieting,however,undertheinfluenceofhisplea.

           “Youstayherenow,andI’llgo,”headdedatlast.

           Carrielistenedtothiswithmingledfeelings.Hermindwasshakenloosefromthelittlemooringoflogicthatithad.Shewasstirredbythisthought,angeredbythat—herowninjustice,Hurstwood’s,Drouet’s,theirrespectivequalitiesofkindnessandfavour,thethreatoftheworldoutside,inwhichshehadfailedoncebefore,theimpossibilityofthisstateinside,wherethechamberswerenolongerjustlyhers,theeffectoftheargumentuponhernerves,allcombinedtomakeheramassofjanglingfibres—ananchorless,storm-beatenlittlecraftwhichcoulddoabsolutelynothingbutdrift.

           “Say,”saidDrouet,comingovertoherafterafewmoments,withanewidea,andputtinghishanduponher.

           “Don’t!”saidCarrie,drawingaway,butnotremovingherhandkerchieffromhereyes.“Nevermindaboutthisquarrelnow.Letitgo.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 267 из 584