the dynamiter-第30部分
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Her voice re…echoed in his memory; her eyes; of which he
could not tell the colour; haunted his soul。 The clouds had
risen at her coming; and he beheld a new…created world。 What
she was; he could not fancy; but he adored her。 Her age; he
durst not estimate; fearing to find her older than himself;
and thinking sacrilege to couple that fair favour with the
thought of mortal changes。 As for her character; beauty to
the young is always good。 So the poor lad lingered late upon
the terrace; stealing timid glances at the curtained window;
sighing to the gold laburnums; rapt into the country of
romance; and when at length he entered and sat down to dine;
on cold boiled mutton and a pint of ale; he feasted on the
food of gods。
Next day when he returned to the terrace; the window was a
little ajar; and he enjoyed a view of the lady's shoulder; as
she sat patiently sewing and all unconscious of his presence。
On the next; he had scarce appeared when the window opened;
and the Senorita tripped forth into the sunlight; in a
morning disorder; delicately neat; and yet somehow foreign;
tropical; and strange。 In one hand she held a packet。
'Will you try;' she said; 'some of my father's tobacco … from
dear Cuba? There; as I suppose you know; all smoke; ladies
as well as gentlemen。 So you need not fear to annoy me。 The
fragrance will remind me of home。 My home; Senor; was by the
sea。' And as she uttered these few words; Desborough; for
the first time in his life; realised the poetry of the great
deep。 'Awake or asleep; I dream of it: dear home; dear
Cuba!'
'But some day;' said Desborough; with an inward pang; 'some
day you will return?'
' Never!' she cried; 'ah; never; in Heaven's name!'
'Are you then resident for life in England?' he inquired;
with a strange lightening of spirit。
'You ask too much; for you ask more than I know;' she
answered sadly; and then; resuming her gaiety of manner:
'But you have not tried my Cuban tobacco;' she said。
'Senorita;' said he; shyly abashed by some shadow of coquetry
in her manner; 'whatever comes to me … you … I mean;' he
concluded; deeply flushing; 'that I have no doubt the tobacco
is delightful。'
'Ah; Senor;' she said; with almost mournful gravity; 'you
seemed so simple and good; and already you are trying to pay
compliments … and besides;' she added; brightening; with a
quick upward glance; into a smile; 'you do it so badly!
English gentlemen; I used to hear; could be fast friends;
respectful; honest friends; could be companions; comforters;
if the need arose; or champions; and yet never encroach。 Do
not seek to please me by copying the graces of my countrymen。
Be yourself: the frank; kindly; honest English gentleman
that I have heard of since my childhood and still longed to
meet。'
Harry; much bewildered; and far from clear as to the manners
of the Cuban gentlemen; strenuously disclaimed the thought of
plagiarism。
'Your national seriousness of bearing best becomes you;
Senor;' said the lady。 'See!' marking a line with her
dainty; slippered foot; 'thus far it shall be common ground;
there; at my window…sill; begins the scientific frontier。 If
you choose; you may drive me to my forts; but if; on the
other hand; we are to be real English friends; I may join you
here when I am not too sad; or; when I am yet more graciously
inclined; you may draw your chair beside the window and teach
me English customs; while I work。 You will find me an apt
scholar; for my heart is in the task。' She laid her hand
lightly upon Harry's arm; and looked into his eyes。 'Do you
know;' said she; 'I am emboldened to believe that I have
already caught something of your English aplomb? Do you not
perceive a change; Senor? Slight; perhaps; but still a
change? Is my deportment not more open; more free; more like
that of the dear 〃British Miss〃 than when you saw me first?'
She gave a radiant smile; withdrew her hand from Harry's arm;
and before the young man could formulate in words the
eloquent emotions that ran riot through his brain … with an
'Adios; Senor: good…night; my English friend;' she vanished
from his sight behind the curtain。
The next day Harry consumed an ounce of tobacco in vain upon
the neutral terrace; neither sight nor sound rewarded him;
and the dinner…hour summoned him at length from the scene of
disappointment。 On the next it rained; but nothing; neither
business nor weather; neither prospective poverty nor present
hardship; could now divert the young man from the service of
his lady; and wrapt in a long ulster; with the collar raised;
he took his stand against the balustrade; awaiting fortune;
the picture of damp and discomfort to the eye; but glowing
inwardly with tender and delightful ardours。 Presently the
window opened; and the fair Cuban; with a smile imperfectly
dissembled; appeared upon the sill。
'Come here;' she said; 'here; beside my window。 The small
verandah gives a belt of shelter。' And she graciously handed
him a folding…chair。
As he sat down; visibly aglow with shyness and delight; a
certain bulkiness in his pocket reminded him that he was not
come empty…handed。
'I have taken the liberty;' said he; 'of bringing you a
little book。 I thought of you; when I observed it on the
stall; because I saw it was in Spanish。 The man assured me
it was by one of the best authors; and quite proper。' As he
spoke; he placed the little volume in her hand。 Her eyes
fell as she turned the pages; and a flush rose and died again
upon her cheeks; as deep as it was fleeting。 'You are
angry;' he cried in agony。 'I have presumed。'
'No; Senor; it is not that;' returned the lady。 'I … ' and a
flood of colour once more mounted to her brow … 'I am
confused and ashamed because I have deceived you。 Spanish;'
she began; and paused … 'Spanish is; of course; my native
tongue;' she resumed; as though suddenly taking courage; 'and
this should certainly put the highest value on your
thoughtful present; but alas; sir; of what use is it to me?
And how shall I confess to you the truth … the humiliating
truth … that I cannot read?'
As Harry's eyes met hers in undisguised amazement; the fair
Cuban seemed to shrink before his gaze。 'Read?' repeated
Harry。 'You!'
She pushed the window still more widely open with a large and
noble gesture。 'Enter; Senor;' said she。 'The time has come
to which I have long looked forward; not without alarm; when
I must either fear to lose your friendship; or tell you
without disguise the story of my life。'
It was with a sentiment bordering on devotion; that Harry
passed the window。 A semi…barbarous delight in form and
colour had presided over the studied disorder of the room in
which he found himself。 It was filled with dainty stuffs;
furs and rugs and scarves of brilliant hues; and set with
elegant and curious trifles…fans on the mantelshelf; an
antique lamp upon a bracket; and on the table a silver…
mounted bowl of cocoa…nut about half full of unset jewels。
The fair Cuban; herself a gem of colour and the fit
masterpiece for that rich frame; motioned Harry to a seat;
and sinking herself into another; thus began her history。
STORY OF THE FAIR CUBAN
I AM not what I seem。 My father drew his descent; on the one
hand; from grandees of Spain; and on the other; through the
maternal line; from the patriot Bruce。 My mother; too; was
the descendant of a line of kings; but; alas! these kings
were African。 She was fair as the day: fairer than I; for I
inherited a darker strain of blood from the veins of my
European father; her mind was noble; her manners queenly and
accomplished; and seeing her more than the equal of her
neighbours; and surrounded by the most considerate affection
and respect; I grew up to adore her; and when the time came;
received her last sigh upon my lips; still ignorant that she
was a slave; and alas! my father's mistress。 Her death;
which befell me in my sixteenth year; was the first sorrow I
had known: it left our home bereaved of its attractions;
cast a shade of melancholy on my youth; and wrought in my
father a tragic and durable change。 Months went by; with the
elasticity of my years; I regained some of the simple mirth
that had before distinguished me; the plantation smiled with
fresh crops; the negroes on the estate had already forgotten
my mother and transferred their simple obedience to myself;
but still the cloud only darkened on the brows of Senor
Valdevia。 His absences from home had been frequent even in
the old days; for he did business in precious gems in the
city of Havana; they now became almost continuous; and when
he returned; it was but for the night and with the manner of
a man crushed down by adverse fortune。
The place where I was born and passed my days was an isle set
in the Caribbean Sea; some half…hour's rowing from the coasts
of Cuba。 It was steep; rugged; and; except for my father's
family and plantation; uninhabited and left to nature。 The
house; a low building surrounded by spacious verandahs; stood
upon a rise of ground and looked across the sea to Cuba。 The
breezes blew about it gratefully; fanned us as we lay
swinging in our silken hammocks; and tossed the boughs and
flowers of the magnolia。 Behind and to the left; the quarter
of the negroes and the waving fields of the plantation
covered an eighth part of the surface of the isle。 On the
right and closely bordering on the garden; lay a vast and
deadly swamp; densely covered with wood; breathing fever;
dotted with profound sloughs; and inhabited by poisonous
oysters; man…eating crabs; snakes; alligators; and sickly
fishes。 Into the recesses of that jungle; none could
penetrate but those of African descent; an invisible;
unconquerable foe lay there in wait for the European; and the
air was death。
One morning (from which I must date the beginning of my
ruinous misfortune) I left my room a little after day; for in
that warm climate all are early risers; and found not a
servant to attend upon my wants。 I ma