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正文 第67节 文 / [法]Honore de Balzac/巴尔扎克

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    thatiteverclithatheightagaiselfalone,h

    nightapproag,ahehoals,soinohat

    sheandiedbyauniverse.ahinoursouls

    likeaust”heardinthechurchesoodfridayatthehourthesaviourdied,adreadfulsehawes

    youngsoulsloveisreligion.allheesillusions

    oneblohadespassion.shedid

    notlookat;sherefusedthelightthatforsixlongyearshad

    shoneuponlife.shekhespringoftheeffulgent

    raysshedbyoureyesoheyservedas

    pathiing,parting,

    playing,liketenelleachotherall.bitterlyi

    feltthehthisroof,wherepleasurewas

    unknoheheir

    pristicdust.if,thenightbefore,ihadalloo

    departalone,ifihadtheuedtoclochegourde,ay

    be,heeae,perhapsperhapsdadertsaufght

    notsoysister.butnoeny

    ostentatiousattentions,playingherpartvehentlyforthevery

    purposeofnotgingit.duringbreakfastsheshoeathousand

    easthoughiwerea

    sieshepitied.

    ”youheunt;”ihopeyouhavebrought

    backagoodappetite,youaotyetdestroyed.”

    thisrerk,ileofasistertoheeslips,

    pletedseheridiyposition.itpossible

    tobeatclochegourdebydayandsaintcyrbynight.duringthedayi

    felthoethefriendofaanwehavelong

    loved.thetransition,easyenoughitabout,

    islikeanillnessinyouth.ied;icursedthepleasurelady

    dudleygave;iandblood.iuld

    nottearherrivalinpiecesbeforeher,forsheavoidedspeakingof

    her;indeed,hadispokenofarabella,hee,nobleandsublito

    theinstrey.after

    fiveyearsofdelightfulinterursehingtosaytoeach

    other;ourionhourthoughts;wewerehiding

    froachotherourintolerablepain,utualsufferingshad

    beenourfirstinterpreter.

    heeassudaeasforherself,butshewas

    sad.shespokeofherselfassister,afoundnogroundon

    ainedfreaterpartofthetiin

    nstrainedsilence.sheincreasediniserybyfeigningto

    believethatshe.

    ”isufferrethanyou,”isaidtoheratantyself

    styledsisterininesarcas

    ”hoily.

    ”bee.”

    atlasthernnerbecasoldandindifferentthatiresolvedto

    leaveclochegourde.thatevening,oerrace,isaidfareo

    theily,bled.theyallfolloeto

    thelayhorseetoasitook

    thebridleinhand.

    ”letusheaveogether,alone,”shesaid.

    igaveherarandhroughtheurtyardhslowand

    asuredsteps,asthoughourrhythentous.

    he

    boundaryshestopped.

    ”fareyfriend,”shesaid,throybreastand

    herararoundneck,”fareeetagain.godhas

    giventhesadpoeerthe

    terrorthatseizedthedayyoufirstcaback,soyoung,so

    handsoandisaeasyoudothisdaywhen

    youareleavingclochegourdeandgoingtosaintcyreagain,

    durinightihaveseenintothefuture.friend,weare

    speakingtogetherforthelastti.ihardlynowsayafeords

    toyou,foritisbutapartofthatspeaksatall.deathhas

    alreadyseizedonsothingin.youhavetakeherfroer

    children,ino.you;jacques

    anddeleineloveyouasifyouhadaladetheuffer.”

    ”death”icried,frightenedasilookedatherandbeheldthefireof

    hershiningeyes,ofothosewhohavenever

    knoalady,unlessi

    parethoseeyestoballsofbuishedsilver.”die”isaid.

    ”hee,indyoutolive.youusedtoaskanoathof,i

    youandobey

    hihing.”

    ”ereha

    isuood.

    ”youdonotloveenoughtoobeyblindly,asthatserablelady

    dudleydoes”

    ”yes,yes,iried,goadedbyjealousy.

    ”thenistay,”isaid,kissiheeyelids.

    frightehearandleanedagainsta

    tree;theuedalooking

    back.butifollohed

    thelaission

    touchedher.

    ”iaoursforever,andasyouwill,”isaid;”foriloveyouas

    yourauntlovedyou.”

    shetreledandyhand.

    ”onelook,”isaid,”onere,oofouroldlooksthean

    ysoulilluheglance

    shegave,”giveslessoflifeandsoulthanihavenoeived.

    hee,thouartbestbelovedonlylove.”

    ”ishalllive”shesaid;”butcureyourselfaswell.”

    thatlookhadeffas.thusiwas

    theplaythingofthetoncilablepassionsihavenoribed

    toyou;ieately.ilovedanangelanda

    den;tenequallybeautiful,oneadoedhallthevirtues

    perfes,theotherh

    alltheviceshroughselfishness.retuingalongthat

    avenue,lookingbackagainandagainatdadertsauf,asshe

    leanedagainstatreesurroundedbyherchildrenheir

    haionofprideinfinding

    selfthearbiteroftiheglory,inwaysso

    different,ofensodistinguished;proudofinspiringsuchgreat

    passionsthatdeathstetoheveriabandoned.ahbelieve

    ,thatpassihasbeendoublypunished

    iknoonp

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