第93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。

ernel　was　the　only　reality；　the　rest　was　cast　off　into

oblivion。

This　grew　and　grew　upon　her。　When　she　opened　her　eyes　in　the

afternoon　and　saw　the　window　of　her　room　and　the　faint；　smoky

landscape　beyond；　this　was　all　husk　and　shell　lying　by；　all　husk

and　shell；　she　could　see　nothing　else；　she　was　enclosed　still；

but　loosely　enclosed。　There　was　a　space　between　her　and　the

shell。　It　was　burst；　there　was　a　rift　in　it。　Soon　she　would　have

her　root　fixed　in　a　new　Day；　her　nakedness　would　take　itself　the

bed　of　a　new　sky　and　a　new　air；　this　old；　decaying；　fibrous　husk

would　be　gone。

Gradually　she　began　really　to　sleep。　She　slept　in　the

confidence　of　her　new　reality。　She　slept　breathing　with　her　soul

the　new　air　of　a　new　world。　The　peace　was　very　deep　and

enrichening。　She　had　her　root　in　new　ground；　she　was　gradually

absorbed　into　growth。

When　she　woke　at　last　it　seemed　as　if　a　new　day　had　e　on

the　earth。　How　long；　how　long　had　she　fought　through　the　dust

and　obscurity；　for　this　new　dawn？　How　frail　and　fine　and　clear

she　felt；　like　the　most　fragile　flower　that　opens　in　the　end　of

winter。　But　the　pole　of　night　was　turned　and　the　dawn　was　ing

in。

Very　far　off　was　her　old　experience……Skrebensky；　her

parting　with　him……very　far　off。　Some　things　were　real；

those　first　glamorous　weeks。　Before；　these　had　seemed　like

hallucination。　Now　they　seemed　like　mon　reality。　The　rest　was

unreal。　She　knew　that　Skrebensky　had　never　bee　finally　real。

In　the　weeks　of　passionate　ecstasy　he　had　been　with　her　in　her

desire；　she　had　created　him　for　the　time　being。　But　in　the　end

he　had　failed　and　broke