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题 目: Gone With the Wind (节选四)
来 源: 哈尔滨紫丁香站
日 期: Sat May 3 10:03:31 1997
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发信人: else (小精灵乖乖), 信区: EnglishWorld
标 题: Gone With the Wind (节选之四)
发信站: BBS 水木清华站 (Fri Mar 7 13:39:18 1997)
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Behind that door, Melanie was going and, with her,
the strength upon which she had relied unknowingly for
so many years. Why, oh, why, had she not realized be-
fore this how much she loved and needed Melanie? But
who would have thought of small plain Melanie as a tow-
er of strength? Melanie who was shy to tears before
strangers, timid about raising her voice in an opinion
of her own, fearful of the disapproval of old ladies,
Malanie who lacked the courage to say Boo to a goose?
And yet--
Scarlett's mind went back through the years to the
still hot noon at Tarn when gray smoke curled above a
blue-clad body and Melanie stood at the top of the
stairs with Charles' saber in her hand. Scarlett re-
membered that she had thought at the time: "How silly!
Melly couldn't even heft that sword!" But now she
knew that had the necessity arisen, Melanie would have
charged down those stairs and killed the Yankee--or
been killed herself.
Yes, Melanie had been there that day with a sword
in her small hand, ready to do battle for her. And
now, as Scarlett looked sadly back, she realized that
Melanie had always been there beside her with a sword
in her hand, inobtrusive as her own shadow, loving her,
fighting for her with blind passionate loyalty, fight-
ing Yankees, fire, hunger, poverty, public opinion and
even her beloved blook kin.
She stood in the hall, irresolute, frightened, and
the flaring light of the fire in the sitting room threw
tall dim shadows on the walls about her. The house was
utterly still and the stillness soaked into her like a
fine chill rain. Ashley! Where was Ashley?
She went toward the sitting room seeking him like a
cold animal seeking the fire but he was not there. She
must find him. She had discovered Melanie's strength
and her dependence on it only to lose it in the moment
of discovery but there was still Ashley left. There
was Ashley who was strong and wise and comforting. In
Ashley and his love lay strength upon which to lay her
weakness, courage to bolster her fear, ease for her
sorrow.
He must be in his room, she thought, and tiptoeing
down the hall, she knocked softly. There was no ans-
wer, so she pushed the door open. Ashley was standing
in front of the dresser, looking at a pair of Melanie's
mended gloves. First he picked up one and looked at
it, as though it were made of glass, and picked up the
other one.
She said: "Ashley!" in a trembling voice and he
turned slowly and looked at her. The drowsy aloofness
had gone from his gray eyes and they were wide and un-
masked. In them she saw fear that matched her own
fear, helplessness weaker than her own, bewilderment
more profound than she would even know. The feeling
of dread which had possessed her in the hall deepened
as she saw his face. She went toward him.
"I'm frightened," she said. "Oh, Ashley, hold
me. I'm so frightened!"
He made no move to her but stared, gripping the
glove tightly in both hands. She put a hand on his
arm and whispered: "What is it?"
His eyes searched her intently, hunting, hunting
desperately for something he did not find. Finally
he spoke and his voice was not his own.
"I was wanting you," he said. "I was going to
run and find you--run like a child wanting comfort--
and I find a child, more frightened, running to me."
"Not you--you can't be frightened," she cried.
"Nothing has ever frightened you. But I-- You've
always been so strong--"
"If I've ever been strong, it was because she
was behind me," he said, his voice breaking, and he
looked down at the glove and smoothed the fingers.
"And--and--all the strength I ever had is going with
her."
There was such a note of wild despair in his low
voice that she dropped her hand from his arm and
stepped back. And in the heavy silence that fell
between them, she felt that she really understood
him for the first time in her life.
"Why--" she said slowly, "Why, Ashley, you love
her, don't you?"
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