第86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。

looking　over　the　Green　Park；　or　down　upon　the

minute　travelling　of　the　traffic。

Then　suddenly；　looking　at　a　sunset；　she　wanted　to　go。　She

must　be　gone。　She　must　be　gone　at　once。　And　in　two　hours'　time

they　were　at　Charing　Cross　taking　train　for　Paris。　Paris　was　his

suggestion。　She　did　not　care　where　it　was。　The　great　joy　was　in

setting　out。　And　for　a　few　days　she　was　happy　in　the　novelty　of

Paris。

Then；　for　some　reason；　she　must　call　in　Rouen　on　the　way　back

to　London。　He　had　an　instinctive　mistrust　of　her　desire　for　the

place。　But；　perversely；　she　wanted　to　go　there。　It　was　as　if　she

wanted　to　try　its　effect　upon　her。

For　the　first　time；　in　Rouen；　he　had　a　cold　feeling　of　death；

not　afraid　of　any　other　man；　but　of　her。　She　seemed　to　leave

him。　She　followed　after　something　that　was　not　him。　She　did　not

want　him。　The　old　streets；　the　cathedral；　the　age　and　the

monumental　peace　of　the　town　took　her　away　from　him。　She　turned

to　it　as　if　to　something　she　had　forgotten；　and　wanted。　This　was

now　the　reality；　this　great　stone　cathedral　slumbering　there　in

its　mass；　which　knew　no　transience　nor　heard　any　denial。　It　was

majestic　in　its　stability；　its　splendid　absoluteness。

Her　soul　began　to　run　by　itself。　He　did　not　realize；　nor　did

she。　Yet　in　Rouen　he　had　the　first　deadly　anguish；　the　first

sense　of　the　death　towards　which　they　were　wandering。　And　she

felt　the　first　heavy　yearning；　heavy；　heavy　hopeless　warning；

almost　like　a　deep；　uneasy　sinking　into　apathy；

hopelessness。

They　returned　to　London。　But　still　they　had　two　days。　He

began　to　tremble；　he　grew　feverish　with　the　fear　of　her