第54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。

ile；　deep　at　the　bottom　of　her　was　a

childish　antagonism　of　distrust。　She　thought　she　loved　everybody

and　believed　in　everybody。　But　because　she　could　not　love

herself　nor　believe　in　herself；　she　mistrusted　everybody　with

the　mistrust　of　a　serpent　or　a　captured　bird。　Her　starts　of

revulsion　and　hatred　were　more　inevitable　than　her　impulses　of

love。

So　she　wrestled　through　her　dark　days　of　confusion；　soulless；

uncreated；　unformed。

One　evening；　as　she　was　studying　in　the　parlour；　her　head

buried　in　her　hands；　she　heard　new　voices　in　the　kitchen

speaking。　At　once；　from　its　apathy；　her　excitable　spirit　started

and　strained　to　listen。　It　seemed　to　crouch；　to　lurk　under

cover；　tense；　glaring　forth　unwilling　to　be　seen。

There　were　two　strange　men's　voices；　one　soft　and　candid；

veiled　with　soft　candour；　the　other　veiled　with　easy　mobility；

running　quickly。　Ursula　sat　quite　tense；　shocked　out　of　her

studies；　lost。　She　listened　all　the　time　to　the　sound　of　the

voices；　scarcely　heeding　the　words。

The　first　speaker　was　her　Uncle　Tom。　She　knew　the　naive

candour　covering　the　girding　and　savage　misery　of　his　soul。　Who

was　the　other　speaker？　Whose　voice　ran　on　so　easy；　yet　with　an

inflamed　pulse？　It　seemed　to　hasten　and　urge　her　forward；　that

other　voice。

〃I　remember　you；〃　the　young　man's　voice　was　saying。　〃I

remember　you　from　the　first　time　I　saw　you；　because　of　your　dark

eyes　and　fair　face。〃

Mrs。　Brangwen　laughed；　shy　and　pleased。

〃You　were　a　curly…headed　little　lad；〃　she　said。

〃Was　I？　Yes；　I　know。　They　were　very　proud　of　my　curls。〃

And　a　laugh　ran　to　silence。

〃You　were