the chimes(教堂钟声)-第23节
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resign it more。 And with her dry lips； kissed it in a final pang； and last
long agony of Love。
Putting its tiny hand up to her neck； and holding it there； within her
dress； next to her distracted heart； she set its sleeping face against her：
closely； steadily； against her： and sped onward to the River。
To the rolling River； swift and dim； where Winter Night sat brooding
like the last dark thoughts of many who had sought a refuge there before
her。 Where scattered lights upon the banks gleamed sullen； red； and dull；
as torches that were burning there； to show the way to Death。 Where no
abode of living people cast its shadow； on the deep； impenetrable；
melancholy shade。
To the River！ To that portal of Eternity； her desperate footsteps
tended with the swiftness of its rapid waters running to the sea。 He tried to
touch her as she passed him； going down to its dark level： but； the wild
distempered form； the fierce and terrible love； the desperation that had left
all human check or hold behind； swept by him like the wind。
He followed her。 She paused a moment on the brink； before the
dreadful plunge。 He fell down on his knees； and in a shriek addressed the
figures in the Bells now hovering above them。
'I have learnt it！' cried the old man。 'From the creature dearest to my
heart！ O； save her； save her！'
He could wind his fingers in her dress； could hold it！ As the words
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escaped his lips； he felt his sense of touch return； and knew that he
detained her。
The figures looked down steadfastly upon him。
'I have learnt it！' cried the old man。 'O； have mercy on me in this
hour； if； in my love for her； so young and good； I slandered Nature in the
breasts of mothers rendered desperate！ Pity my presumption； wickedness；
and ignorance； and save her。' He felt his hold relaxing。 They were
silent still。
'Have mercy on her！' he exclaimed； 'as one in whom this dreadful
crime has sprung from Love perverted； from the strongest； deepest Love
we fallen creatures know！ Think what her misery must have been； when
such seed bears such fruit！ Heaven meant her to be good。 There is no
loving mother on the earth who might not come to this； if such a life had
gone before。 O； have mercy on my child； who； even at this pass； means
mercy to her own； and dies herself； and perils her immortal soul； to save
it！'
She was in his arms。 He held her now。 His strength was like a
giant's。
'I see the Spirit of the Chimes among you！' cried the old man； singling
out the child； and speaking in some inspiration； which their looks
conveyed to him。 'I know that our inheritance is held in store for us by
Time。 I know there is a sea of Time to rise one day； before which all who
wrong us or oppress us will be swept away like leaves。 I see it； on the
flow！ I know that we must trust and hope； and neither doubt ourselves；
nor doubt the good in one another。 I have learnt it from the creature
dearest to my heart。 I clasp her in my arms again。 O Spirits； merciful and
good； I take your lesson to my breast along with her！ O Spirits； merciful
and good； I am grateful！'
He might have said more； but； the Bells； the old familiar Bells； his
own dear； constant； steady friends； the Chimes； began to ring the joy…peals
for a New Year： so lustily； so merrily； so happily； so gaily； that he leapt
upon his feet； and broke the spell that bound him。
'And whatever you do； father；' said Meg； 'don't eat tripe again；
without asking some doctor whether it's likely to agree with you； for how
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you HAVE been going on； Good gracious！'
She was working with her needle； at the little table by the fire；
dressing her simple gown with ribbons for her wedding。 So quietly
happy； so blooming and youthful； so full of beautiful promise； that he
uttered a great cry as if it were an Angel in his house； then flew to clasp
her in his arms。
But； he caught his feet in the newspaper； which had fallen on the
hearth； and somebody came rushing in between them。
'No！' cried the voice of this same somebody； a generous and jolly
voice it was！ 'Not even you。 Not even you。 The first kiss of Meg in
the New Year is mine。 Mine！ I have been waiting outside the house；
this hour； to hear the Bells and claim it。 Meg； my precious prize； a happy
year！ A life of happy years； my darling wife！'
And Richard smothered her with kisses。
You never in all your life saw anything like Trotty after this。 I don't
care where you have lived or what you have seen； you never in all your
life saw anything at all approaching him！ He sat down in his chair and
beat his knees and cried； he sat down in his chair and beat his knees and
laughed； he sat down in his chair and beat his knees and laughed and cried
together； he got out of his chair and hugged Meg； he got out of his chair
and hugged Richard； he got out of his chair and hugged them both at once；
he kept running up to Meg； and squeezing her fresh face between his
hands and kissing it； going from her backwards not to lose sight of it； and
running up again like a figure in a magic lantern； and whatever he did； he
was constantly sitting himself down in his chair； and never stopping in it
for one single moment； being … that's the truth … beside himself with joy。
'And to…morrow's your wedding…day； my pet！' cried Trotty。 'Your real；
happy wedding…day！'
'To…day！' cried Richard； shaking hands with him。 'To…day。 The
Chimes are ringing in the New Year。 Hear them！'
They WERE ringing！ Bless their sturdy hearts； they WERE ringing！
Great Bells as they were； melodious； deep…mouthed； noble Bells； cast in
no common metal； made by no common founder； when had they ever
chimed like that； before！
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'But； to…day； my pet；' said Trotty。 'You and Richard had some words
to…day。'
'Because he's such a bad fellow； father；' said Meg。 'An't you； Richard？
Such a headstrong； violent man！ He'd have made no more of speaking
his mind to that great Alderman； and putting HIM down I don't know
where； than he would of … '
' … Kissing Meg；' suggested Richard。 Doing it too！
'No。 Not a bit more；' said Meg。 'But I wouldn't let him； father。
Where would have been the use！'
'Richard my boy！' cried Trotty。 'You was turned up Trumps originally；
and Trumps you must be； till you die！ But； you were crying by the fire
to…night； my pet； when I came home！ Why did you cry by the fire？'
'I was thinking of the years we've passed together； father。 Only that。
And thinking that you might miss me； and be lonely。'
Trotty was backing off to that extraordinary chair again； when the
child； who had been awakened by the noise； came running in half…
dressed。
'Why； here she is！' cried Trotty； catching her up。 'Here's little Lilian！
Ha ha ha！ Here we are and here we go！ O here we are and here we go
again！ And here we are and here we go！ and Uncle Will too！' Stopping
in his trot to greet him heartily。 'O； Uncle Will； the vision that I've had
to…night； through lodging you！ O； Uncle Will； the obligations that you've
laid me under； by your coming； my good friend！'
Before Will Fern could make the least reply； a band of music burst into
the room； attended by a lot of neighbours； screaming 'A Happy New Year；
Meg！' 'A Happy Wedding！' 'Many of em！' and other fragmentary good
wishes of that sort。 The Drum （who
