第31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。

an　unknown　battle；　unconsciously。　Still　they　were

in　love　with　each　other；　the　passion　was　there。　But　the　passion

was　consumed　in　a　battle。　And　the　deep；　fierce　unnamed　battle

went　on。　Everything　glowed　intensely　about　them；　the　world　had

put　off　its　clothes　and　was　awful；　with　new；　primal

nakedness。

Sunday　came　when　the　strange　spell　was　cast　over　her　by　him。

Half　she　loved　it。　She　was　being　more　like　him。　All　the

week…days；　there　was　a　glint　of　sky　and　fields；　the　little

church　seemed　to　babble　away　to　the　cottages　the　morning

through。　But　on　Sundays；　when　he　stayed　at　home；　a

deeply…coloured；　intense　gloom　seemed　to　gather　on　the　face　of

the　earth；　the　church　seemed　to　fill　itself　with　shadow；　to

bee　big；　a　universe　to　her；　there　was　a　burning　of　blue　and

ruby；　a　sound　of　worship　about　her。　And　when　the　doors　were

opened；　and　she　came　out　into　the　world；　it　was　a　world

new……created；　she　stepped　into　the　resurrection　of　the

world；　her　heart　beating　to　the　memory　of　the　darkness　and　the

Passion。

If；　as　very　often；　they　went　to　the　Marsh　for　tea　on　Sundays；

then　she　regained　another；　lighter　world；　that　had　never　known

the　gloom　and　the　stained　glass　and　the　ecstasy　of　chanting。　Her

husband　was　obliterated；　she　was　with　her　father　again；　who　was

so　fresh　and　free　and　all　daylight。　Her　husband；　with　his

intensity　and　his　darkness；　was　obliterated。　She　left　him；　she

forgot　him；　she　accepted　her　father。

Yet；　as　she　went　home　again　with　the　young　man；　she　put　her

hand　on　his　arm　tentatively；　a　little　bit　ashamed；　her　hand

pleaded　that　he　would　not　hold　it　against　her；　her　recusancy