第9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。

　from　the　sea；　to

which　she　must　attend。　Primroses　glimmered　around；　many　of　them；

and　she　stooped　to　the　disturbing　influence　near　her　feet；　she

even　picked　one　or　two　flowers；　faintly　remembering　in　the　new

colour　of　life；　what　had　been。　All　the　day　long；　as　she　sat　at

the　upper　window；　the　light　came　off　the　sea；　constantly；

constantly；　without　refusal；　till　it　seemed　to　bear　her　away；

and　the　noise　of　the　sea　created　a　drowsiness　in　her；　a

relaxation　like　sleep。　Her　automatic　consciousness　gave　way　a

little；　she　stumbled　sometimes；　she　had　a　poignant；　momentary

vision　of　her　living　child；　that　hurt　her　unspeakably。　Her　soul

roused　to　attention。

Very　strange　was　the　constant　glitter　of　the　sea　unsheathed

in　heaven；　very　warm　and　sweet　the　graveyard；　in　a　nook　of　the

hill　catching　the　sunshine　and　holding　it　as　one　holds　a　bee

between　the　palms　of　the　hands；　when　it　is　benumbed。　Grey　grass

and　lichens　and　a　little　church；　and　snowdrops　among　coarse

grass；　and　a　cupful　of　incredibly　warm　sunshine。

She　was　troubled　in　spirit。　Hearing　the　rushing　of　the　beck

away　down　under　the　trees；　she　was　startled；　and　wondered　what

it　was。　Walking　down；　she　found　the　bluebells　around　her　glowing

like　a　presence；　among　the　trees。

Summer　came；　the　moors　were　tangled　with　harebells　like　water

in　the　ruts　of　the　roads；　the　heather　came　rosy　under　the　skies；

setting　the　whole　world　awake。　And　she　was　uneasy。　She　went　past

the　gorse　bushes　shrinking　from　their　presence；　she　stepped　into

the　heather