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简爱(英文版)-第章

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cankering them: now I see myself stretched on an ottoman in the drawing…room at Vale Hall at my bride Rosamond Oliver’s feet: she is talking to me with her sweet voice—gazing down on me with those eyes your skilful hand has copied so well—smiling at me with these coral lips。 She is mine—I am hers—this present life and passing world suffice to me。 Hush! say nothing—my heart is full of delight—my senses are entranced—let the time I marked pass in peace。”
I humoured him: the watch ticked on: he breathed fast and low: I stood silent。 Amidst this hush the quartet sped; he replaced the watch; laid the picture down; rose; and stood on the hearth。
“Now;” said he; “that little space was given to delirium and delusion。 I rested my temples on the breast of temptation; and put my neck voluntarily under her yoke of flowers。 I tasted her cup。 The pillow was burning: there is an asp in the garland: the wine has a bitter taste: her promises are hollow—her offers false: I see and know all this。”
I gazed at him in wonder。
“It is strange;” pursued he; “that while I love Rosamond Oliver so wildly—with all the intensity; indeed; of a first passion; the object of which is exquisitely beautiful; graceful; fascinating—I experience at the same time a calm; unwarped consciousness that she would not make me a good wife; that she is not the partner suited to me; that I should discover this within a year after marriage; and that to twelve months’ rapture would succeed a lifetime of regret。 This I know。”
“Strange indeed!” I could not help ejaculating。
“While something in me;” he went on; “is acutely sensible to her charms; something else is as deeply impressed with her defects: they are such that she could sympathise in nothing I aspired to—co… operate in nothing I undertook。 Rosamond a sufferer; a labourer; a female apostle? Rosamond a missionary’s wife? No!”
“But you need not be a missionary。 You might relinquish that scheme。”
“Relinquish! What! my vocation? My great work? My foundation laid on earth for a mansion in heaven? My hopes of being numbered in the band who have merged all ambitions in the glorious one of bettering their race—of carrying knowledge into the realms of ignorance—of substituting peace for war—freedom for bondage—religion for superstition—the hope of heaven for the fear of hell? Must I relinquish that? It is dearer than the blood in my veins。 It is what I have to look forward to; and to live for。”
After a considerable pause; I said—“And Miss Oliver? Are her disappointment and sorrow of no interest to you?”
“Miss Oliver is ever surrounded by suitors and flatterers: in less than a month; my image will be effaced from her heart。 She will forget me; and will marry; probably; some one who will make her far happier than I should do。”
“You speak coolly enough; but you suffer in the conflict。 You are wasting away。”
“No。 If I get a little thin; it is with anxiety about my prospects; yet unsettled—my departure; continually procrastinated。 Only this morning; I received intelligence that the successor; whose arrival I have been so long expecting; cannot be ready to replace me for three months to e yet; and perhaps the three months may extend to six。”
“You tremble and bee flushed whenever Miss Oliver enters the schoolroom。”
Again the surprised expression crossed his face。 He had not imagined that a woman would dare to speak so to a man。 For me; I felt at home in this sort of discourse。 I could never rest in munication with strong; discreet; and refined minds; whether male or female; till I had passed the outworks of conventional reserve; and crossed the threshold of confidence; and won a place by their heart’s very hearthstone。
“You are original;” said he; “and not timid。 There is something brave in your spirit; as well as perating in your eye; but allow me to assure you that you partially misinterpret my emotions。 You think them more profound and potent than they are。 You give me a larger allowance of sympathy than I have a just claim to。 When I colour; and when I shade before Miss Oliver; I do not pity myself。 I scorn the weakness。 I know it is ignoble: a mere fever of the flesh: not; I declare; the convulsion of the soul。 That is just as fixed as a rock; firm set in the depths of a restless sea。 Know me to be what I am—a cold hard man。”
I smiled incredulously。
“You have taken my confidence by storm;” he continued; “and now it is much at your service。 I am simply; in my original state— stripped of that blood…bleached robe with which Christianity covers human deformity—a cold; hard; ambitious man。 Natural affection only; of all the sentiments; has permanent power over me。 Reason; and not feeling; is my guide; my ambition is unlimited: my desire to rise higher; to do more than others; insatiable。 I honour endurance; perseverance; industry; talent; because these are the means by which men achieve great ends and mount to lofty eminence。 I watch your career with interest; because I consider you a specimen of a diligent; orderly; energetic woman: not because I deeply passionate what you have gone through; or what you still suffer。”
“You would describe yourself as a mere pagan philosopher;” I said。
“No。 There is this difference between me and deistic philosophers: I believe; and I believe the Gospel。 You missed your epithet。 I am not a pagan; but a Christian philosopher—a follower of the sect of Jesus。 As His disciple I adopt His pure; His merciful; His benignant doctrines。 I advocate them: I am sworn to spread them。 Won in youth to religion; she has cultivated my original qualities thus:… From the minute germ; natural affection; she has developed the overshadowing tree; philanthropy。 From the wild stringy root of human uprightness; she has reared a due sense of the Divine justice。 Of the ambition to win power and renown for my wretched self; she has formed the ambition to spread my Master’s kingdom; to achieve victories for the standard of the cross。 So much has religion done for me; turning the original materials to the best account; pruning and training nature。 But she could not eradicate nature: nor will it be eradicated ‘till this mortal shall put on immortali
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