第77部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

golden　evening

taken　away　from　her；　herself　incarcerated　in　some　dark；　heavy

place；　and　chained　there　with　a　consciousness　of　having　done

badly　at　work。

What　good　was　it　that　it　was　summer；　that　right　till　evening；

when　the　corncrakes　called；　the　larks　would　mount　up　into　the

light；　to　sing　once　more　before　nightfall。　What　good　was　it　all；

when　she　was　out　of　tune；　when　she　must　only　remember　the　burden

and　shame　of　school　that　day。

And　still；　she　hated　school。　Still　she　cried；　she　did　not

believe　in　it。　Why　should　the　children　learn；　and　why　should　she

teach　them？　It　was　all　so　much　milling　the　wind。　What　folly　was

it　that　made　life　into　this；　the　fulfilling　of　some　stupid；

factitious　duty？　It　was　all　so　made　up；　so　unnatural。　The

school；　the　sums；　the　grammar；　the　quarterly　examinations；　the

registers……it　was　all　a　barren　nothing！

Why　should　she　give　her　allegiance　to　this　world；　and　let　it

so　dominate　her；　that　her　own　world　of　warm　sun　and　growing；

sap…filled　life　was　turned　into　nothing？　She　was　not　going　to　do

it。　She　was　not　going　to　be　a　prisoner　in　the　dry；　tyrannical

man…world。　She　was　not　going　to　care　about　it。　What　did　it

matter　if　her　class　did　ever　so　badly　in　the　quarterly

examination。　Let　it……what　did　it　matter？

Nevertheless；　when　the　time　came；　and　the　report　on　her　class

was　bad；　she　was　miserable；　and　the　joy　of　the　summer　was　taken

away　from　her；　she　was　shut　up　in　gloom。　She　could　not　really

escape　from　this　world　of　system　and　work；　out　into　her　fields

where　she　was　happy。　She　must　have　her　place　in　the　working

world；　be　a　recognized　member　with　full　righ