the captives-第42节
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found that he had no power。
And so； as he stepped through the dim gold…dust of the evening light he was stirred with an immense sense of having stepped； definitely at last； across the threshold of new adventure and enterprise。 All kinds of problems were awaiting solutionhis relation to his father； his mother； his sister； his home； his past； his future； his sins and his weaknessesand he had meant to solve them all； as he had often solved them in the past； by simply cutting adrift。 But now； instead of that； he had decided to stay and face it all out； he had confessed at last that secret that he had hidden from all the world； and he had submitted to the will of a girl whom he scarcely knew and was not even sure that he liked。
He stopped at that for a moment and； standing in a little pool of purple light under the benignant friendliness of a golden moon new risen and solitary； he considered it。 No； he did not know whether he liked herit was interest rather that drew him； her strangeness； her strength and loneliness； young and solitary like the moon above himand yetalso some feeling softer than interest so that he was suddenly touched as he thought of her and spoke out aloud： 〃I'll be good to herwhatever happens； by God I'll be good to her；〃 so that a chauffeur near him turned and looked with hard scornful eyes； and a girl somewhere laughed。 With all his conventional dislike of being in any way 〃odd〃 he walked hurriedly on； confused and wondering more than ever what it was that had happened to him。 Always before he had known his own mindnow； in everything； he seemed to be pulled two ways。 It was as though some spell had been thrown over him。
It was a lovely evening and he walked slowly； not wishing to enter his house too quickly。 He realised that he had； during the last weeks； found nothing there but trouble。 And if Maggie wished； in spite of what he had told her； to go on with him？ And if his father； impatient at last； definitely asked him to stay at home altogether and insisted on an answer？ And if his gradually increasing estrangement with his sister broke into open quarrel？ And if； strangest of all； this religious business； that in such manifestations as the Chapel service of last night he hated with all his soul； held him after all？
He was in Garrick Street； outside the curiosity shop； his latchkey in his hand。 He stopped and stared down the street as he had done once before； weeks ago。 Was not the root of all his trouble simply this； that he was becoming against his will interested； drawn in？ That there were things going on that his common sense rejected as nonsense； but that nevertheless were throwing out feelers like the twisting threats of an octopus； touching him now； only faintly； here for a second； there for a second； but fascinating； holding him so that he could not run away？ Granted that Thurston was a charlatan； Miss Avies a humbug； his sister a fool； his father a dreamer； Crashaw a fanatic； did that mean that the power behind them all was sham？ Was that force that he had felt when he was a child simply eager superstition？ What was behind this street； this moon； these hurrying figures； his own daily life and thoughts？ Was there really a vast conspiracy； a huge involving plot moving under the cardboard surface of the world； a plot that he had by an accident of birth spied upon and discovered？
Always； every day now； thoughts； suspicions； speculations were coming upon him； uninvited； undesired； from somewhere； from some one。 He did not want them he wanted only the material physical life of the ordinary man。 It must be because he was idling。 He would get work at once； join with some one in the City； go abroad again 。 。 。 but perhaps even then he would not escape。 Thoughts like those of the last weeks did not depend for their urgency on place or time。 And Maggie； she was mixed up in it all。 He was aware； as he hesitated before opening the door； of the strangest feeling of belonging to her； not love； nor passion； not sentiment even。 Only as though he had suddenly realised that with new perils he had received also new protection。
He went upstairs with a feeling that he was on the eve of events that would change his whole world。
As Martin climbed to the top of the black crooked staircase he was conscious； as though it had been shown him in a vision； that he was on the edge of some scene that might shape for him the whole course of his future life。 He had been aware； once or twice before； of such a premonition； and； as with most men； half of him had rejected and half of him received the warning。 To…day； however； there were reasons enough for thinking this no mere baseless superstition。 With Maggie； with his father； with his sister； with his own life the decision had got to be taken； and it was with an abrupt determination that he would end； at all costs； the fears and uncertainties of these last weeks that he pushed back the hall…door and entered。 He noticed at once strange garments hanging on the rack and a bright purple umbrella which belonged； as he knew； to a certain Mrs。 Alweed； a friend of his mother's and a faithful servant of the Chapel； stiff and assertive in the umbrella…stand。 There was a tea…party apparently。 Well； he could not face that immediately。 He would have to go in afterwards 。 。 。 meanwhile 。 。 。
He turned down the passage； pushed back his father's door and entered。 He paused abruptly in the doorway； there； standing in front of the window facing him； his pale chin in the air； his legs apart； supercilious and self…confident； stood Thurston。 His father's desk was littered with papers； rustling and blowing a little in the breeze from the window that was never perfectly closed。
One candle； on the edge of the desk； its flame swaying in the air was the only light。 Martin's first impulse was to turn abruptly back again and go up to his room。 He could not speak to that fellow now； he could not！ He half turned。 Then something stopped him：
〃Halloo！〃 he said。 〃Where's father？〃
〃Don't know；〃 said Thurston； sucking the words through his teeth。 〃I've been wanting him too。〃
〃Well； as he isn't here〃 said Martin fiercely。
〃No use me waiting？ Quite so。 All the same I'm going to wait。〃
The two figures were strangely contrasted； Martin red…brown with health； thick and square； Thurston pale with a spotted complexion； dim and watery eyes； legs and arms like sticks； his black clothes shabby and his boots dusty。
Nevertheless at that moment it was Thurston who had the power。 He moved forward from the window。 〃Makes you fair sick to see me anywhere about the 'ouse； doesn't it？ Oh； I know 。 。 。 You can't kid me。 I've seen from the first。 You fair loathe the sight of me。〃
〃That's nothing to do with it；〃 said Martin uneasily。 〃Whether we like one another or not； there's no need to discuss it。〃
〃Oh； isn't there？〃 said Thurston； coming a little closer so that he was standing now directly under the light of the candle。 〃Why not？ Why shouldn't we？ What's the 'arm？ I believe in discussing things myself。 I do really。 I've said to myself a long way back。 'Well； now； the first time I get 'im alone I'll ask him why 'e does dislike me。 I've always been civil to him；' I says to myself； 'and yet I can't please himso I'll just ask him straight。'〃
Martin shrugged his shoulders； he wanted to leave the room； but something in Thurston held him there。
〃I suppose we aren't the sort to get on together。 We haven't got enough in common；〃 he said clumsily。
〃I don't know about that；〃 Thurston said in a friendly conversational tone。 〃I shouldn't wonder if we've got more in common than you'd fancy。 Now I'll tell you right out； I like you。 I've always liked you； and what's more I always shall。 Whatever you do〃
〃I don't care；〃 broke in Martin angrily； 〃whether you like me or not。〃
〃No； I know you don't；〃 Thurston continued quietly。 〃And I know what you think of me； too。 This is your idea of me； I reckonthat I'm a pushing； uneducated common bounder that's just using this religious business to shove himself along with； that's kidding all these poor old ladies that 'e believes in their bunkum； and is altogether about as low…down a fellow as you're likely to meet with。 That's about the colour of it； isn't it？〃
Martin said nothing。 That was exactly 〃the colour of it。〃
〃Yes； well；〃 Thurston continued； a faint flush on his pale cheeks。 〃Of course I know that all right。 And I'll tell you the idea that I might 'ave of youonly might 'ave； mind you。 Why； that you're a stuck…up ignorant sort of feller； that's been rolling up and down all over Europe； gets a bit of money； comes over and bullies his father； thinks 'e knows better than every one about things 'e knows nothing about whatever〃
〃Look here； Thurston；〃 Martin interrupted； stepping forward。 〃I tell you I don't care a two…penny curse what a man like〃
〃I only said might； mind you；〃 said Thurston； smiling。 〃It's only a short…sighted fool would think that of you really。 And I'm not a fool。 No； really； I'm not。 I've got quite another idea of you。 My idea is that you're one of us whether you want to be or not； and that you always will be one of us。 That's why I like you and will be a friend to you too。〃
〃I tell you I don't want your damned friendship；〃
