第67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。

r　life……a　sordid；　formless；

disintegrated　nothing；　Ursula　Brangwen　a　person　without　worth　or

importance；　living　in　the　mean　village　of　Cossethay；　within　the

sordid　scope　of　Ilkeston。　Ursula　Brangwen；　at　seventeen；

worthless　and　unvalued；　neither　wanted　nor　needed　by　anybody；

and　conscious　herself　of　her　own　dead　value。　It　would　not　bear

thinking　of。

But　still　her　dogged　pride　held　its　own。　She　might　be

defiled；　she　might　be　a　corpse　that　should　never　be　loved；　she

might　be　a　core…rotten　stalk　living　upon　the　food　that　others

provided；　yet　she　would　give　in　to　nobody。

Gradually　she　became　conscious　that　she　could　not　go　on

living　at　home　as　she　was　doing；　without　place　or　meaning　or

worth。　The　very　children　that　went　to　school　held　her

uselessness　in　contempt。　She　must　do　something。

Her　father　said　she　had　plenty　to　do　to　help　her　mother。　From

her　parents　she　would　never　get　more　than　a　hit　in　the　face。　She

was　not　a　practical　person。　She　thought　of　wild　things；　of

running　away　and　being　a　domestic　servant；　of　asking　some　man

to　take　her。

She　wrote　to　the　mistress　of　the　High　School　for　advice。

〃I　cannot　see　very　clearly　what　you　should　do；　Ursula；〃　came

the　reply；　〃unless　you　are　willing　to　bee　an　elementary

school　teacher。　You　have　matriculated；　and　that　qualifies　you　to

take　a　post　as　uncertificated　teacher　in　any　school；　at　a　salary

of　about　fifty　pounds　a　year。

〃I　cannot　tell　you　how　deeply　I　sympathize　with　you　in　your

desire　to　do　something。　You　will　learn　that　mankind　is　a　great

body　of　which　you　are　one　useful　member；　you　will　take　your　own

place　at　the　great　tas