The Rainbow-虹(英文版)-第63部分

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almost　wanted　to　kill　herself。

And　in　this　state；　her　sexual　life　flamed　into　a　kind　of
disease　within　her。　She　was　so　overwrought　and　sensitive；　that
the　mere　touch　of　coarse　wool　seemed　to　tear　her　nerves。



CHAPTER　XII

SHAME

Ursula　had　only　two　more　terms　at　school。　She　was　studying
for　her　matriculation　examination。　It　was　dreary　work；　for　she
had　very　little　intelligence　when　she　was　disjointed　from
happiness。　Stubbornness　and　a　consciousness　of　impending　fate
kept　her　halfheartedly　pinned　to　it。　She　knew　that　soon　she
would　want　to　bee　a　selfresponsible　person；　and　her　dread
was　that　she　would　be　prevented。　An　allcontaining　will　in　her
for　plete　independence；　plete　social　independence；
plete　independence　from　any　personal　authority；　kept　her
dullishly　at　her　studies。　For　she　knew　that　she　had　always　her
price　of　ransomher　femaleness。　She　was　always　a　woman；
and　what　she　could　not　get　because　she　was　a　human　being；　fellow
to　the　rest　of　mankind；　she　would　get　because　she　was　a　female；
other　than　the　man。　In　her　femaleness　she　felt　a　secret　riches；
a　reserve；　she　had　always　the　price　of　freedom。

However；　she　was　sufficiently　reserved　about　this　last
resource。　The　other　things　should　be　tried　first。　There　was　the
mysterious　man's　world　to　be　adventured　upon；　the　world　of　daily
work　and　duty；　and　existence　as　a　working　member　of　the
munity。　Against　this　she　had　a　subtle　grudge。　She　wanted　to
make　her　conquest　also　of　this　man's　world。

So　she　ground　away　at　her　work；　never　giving　it　up。　Some
things　she　liked。　Her　subjects　were　English；　Latin；　French；
mathematics　and　history。　Once　she　knew　how　to　read　French　and
Latin；　the　syntax　bored　her。　Most　tedious　was　the　close　study　of
English　literature。　Why　should　one　remember　the　things　one　read？
Something　in　mathematics；　their　cold　absoluteness；　fascinated
her；　but　the　actual　practice　was　tedious。　Some　people　in　history
puzzled　her　and　made　her　ponder；　but　the　political　parts　angered
her；　and　she　hated　ministers。　Only　in　odd　streaks　did　she　get　a
poignant　sense　of　acquisition　and　enrichment　and　enlarging　from
her　studies；　one　afternoon；　reading　As　You　Like　It；　once　when；
with　her　blood；　she　heard　a　passage　of　Latin；　and　she　knew　how
the　blood　beat　in　a　Roman's　body；　so　that　ever　after　she　felt
she　knew　the　Romans　by　contact。　She　enjoyed　the　vagaries　of
English　Grammar；　because　it　gave　her　pleasure　to　detect　the　live
movements　of　words　and　sentences；　and　mathematics；　the　very
sight　of　the　letters　in　Algebra；　had　a　real　lure　for　her。

She　felt　so　much　and　so　confusedly　at　this　time；　that　her
face　got　a　queer；　wondering；　halfscared　look；　as　if　she　were
not　sure　what　might　seize　upon　her　at　any　moment　out　of　the
unknown。

Odd　little　bits　of　information　stirred　unfathomable　passion
in　her。　When　she　knew　that　in　the　tiny　brown　buds　of　autumn　were
folded；　minute　and　plete；　the　finished　flowers　of　the　summer
nine　months　hence；　tiny；　folded　up；　and　left　there　waiting；　a
flash　of　triumph　and　love　went　over　her。

〃I　could　never　die　while　there　was　a　tree；〃　she　said
passionately；　sententiously；　standing　before　a　great　ash　in
worship。

It　was　the　people　who；　somehow；　walked　as　an　upright　menace
to　her。　Her　life　at　this　time　was　unformed；　palpitating；
essentially　shrinking　from　all　touch。　She　gave　something　to
other　people；　but　she　was　never　herself；　since　she　had　no　self。
She　was　not　afraid　nor　ashamed　before　trees；　and　birds；　and　the
sky。　But　she　shrank　violently　from　people；　ashamed　she　was　not
as　they　were；　fixed；　emphatic；　but　a　wavering；　undefined
sensibility　only；　without　form　or　being。

Gudrun　was　at　this　time　a　great　fort　and　shield　to　her。
The　younger　girl　was　a　lithe；　farouche　animal；　who
mistrusted　all　approach；　and　would　have　none　of　the　petty
secrecies　and　jealousies　of　schoolgirl　intimacy。　She　would　have
no　truck　with　the　tame　cats；　nice　or　not；　because　she　believed
that　they　were　all　only　untamed　cats　with　a　nasty；　untrustworthy
habit　of　tameness。

This　was　a　great　standback　for　Ursula；　who　suffered　agonies
when　she　thought　a　person　disliked　her；　no　matter　how　much　she
despised　that　other　person。　How　could　anyone　dislike　her；　Ursula
Brangwen？　The　question　terrified　her　and　was　unanswerable。　She
sought　refuge　in　Gudrun's　natural；　proud　indifference。

It　had　been　discovered　that　Gudrun　had　a　talent　for　drawing。
This　solved　the　problem　of　the　girl's　indifference　to　all　study。
It　was　said　of　her；　〃She　can　draw　marvellously。〃

Suddenly　Ursula　found　a　queer　awareness　existed　between
herself　and　her　classmistress；　Miss　Inger。　The　latter　was　a
rather　beautiful　woman　of　twentyeight；　a　fearlessseeming；
clean　type　of　modern　girl　whose　very　independence　betrays　her
sorrow。　She　was　clever；　and　expert　in　what　she　did；　accurate；
quick；　manding。

To　Ursula　she　had　always　given　pleasure；　because　of　her
clear；　decided；　yet　graceful　appearance。　She　carried　her　head
high；　a　little　thrown　back；　and　Ursula　thought　there　was　a　look
of　nobility　in　the　way　she　twisted　her　smooth　brown　hair　upon
her　head。　She　always　wore　clean；　attractive；　wellfitting
blouses；　and　a　wellmade　skirt。　Everything　about　her　was　so
wellordered；　betraying　a　fine；　clear　spirit；　that　it　was　a
pleasure　to　sit　in　her　class。

Her　voice　was　just　as　ringing　and　clear；　and　with　unwavering；
finelytouched　modulation。　Her　eyes　were　blue；　clear；　proud；　she
gave　one　altogether　the　sense　of　a　finemettled；　scrupulously
groomed　person；　and　of　an　unyielding　mind。　Yet　there　was　an
infinite　poignancy　about　her；　a　great　pathos　in　her　lonely；
proudly　closed　mouth。

It　was　after　Skrebensky　had　gone　that　there　sprang　up　between
the　mistress　and　the　girl　that　strange　awareness；　then　the
unspoken　intimacy　that　sometimes　connects　two　people　who　may
never　even　make　each　other's　acquaintance。　Before；　they　had
always　been　good　friends；　in　the　undistinguished　way　of　the
classroom；　with　the　professional　relationship　of　mistress　and
scholar　always　present。　Now；　however；　another　thing　came　to
pass。　When　they　were　in　the　room　together；　they　were　aware　of
each　other；　almost　to　the　exclusion　of　everything　else。　Winifred
Inger　felt　a　hot　delight　in　the　lessons　when　Ursula　was　present；
Ursula　felt　her　whole　life　begin　when　Miss　Inger　came　into　the
room。　Then；　with　the　beloved；　subtlyintimate　teacher　present；
the　girl　sat　as　within　the　rays　of　some　enrichening　sun；　whose
intoxicating　heat　poured　straight　into　her　veins。

The　state　of　bliss；　when　Miss　Inger　was　present；　was　supreme
in　the　girl；　but　always　eager；　eager。　As　she　went　home；　Ursula
dreamed　of　the　schoolmistress；　made　infinite　dreams　of　things
she　could　give　her；　of　how　she　might　make　the　elder　woman　adore
her。

Miss　Inger　was　a　Bachelor　of　Arts；　who　had　studied　at
Newnham。　She　was　a　clergyman's　daughter；　of　good　family。　But
what　Ursula　adored　so　much　was　her　fine；　upright；　athletic
bearing；　and　her　indomitably　proud　nature。　She　was　proud　and
free　as　a　man；　yet　exquisite　as　a　woman。

The　girl's　heart　burned　in　her　breast　as　she　set　off　for
school　in　the　morning。　So　eager　was　her　breast；　so　glad　her
feet；　to　travel　towards　the　beloved。　Ah；　Miss　Inger；　how
straight　and　fine　was　her　back；　how　strong　her　loins；　how　calm
and　free　her　limbs！

Ursula　craved　ceaselessly　to　know　if　Miss　Inger　cared　for
her。　As　yet　no　definite　sign　had　been　passed　between　the　two。
Yet　surely；　surely　Miss　Inger　loved　her　too；　was　fond　of　her；
liked　her　at　least　more　than　the　rest　of　the　scholars　in　the
class。　Yet　she　was　never　certain。　It　might　be　that　Miss　Inger
cared　nothing　for　her。　And　yet；　and　yet；　with　blazing　heart；
Ursula　felt　that　if　only　she　could　speak　to　her；　touch　her；　she
would　know。

The　summer　term　came；　and　with　it　the　swimming　class。　Miss
Inger　was　to　take　the　swimming　class。　Then　Ursula　trembled　and
was　dazed　with　passion。　Her　hopes　were　soon　to　be　realized。　She
would　see　Miss　Inger　in　her　bathing　dress。

The　day　came。　In　the　great　bath　the　water　was　glimmering　pale
emerald　green；　a　lovely；　glimmering　mass　of　colour　within　the
whitish　marblelike　confines。　Overhead　the　light　fell　softly　and
the　great　green　body　of　pure　water　moved　under　it　as　someone
dived　from　the　side。

Ursula；　trembling；　hardly　able　to　contain　herself；　pulled　off
her　clothes；　put　on　her　tight　bathingsuit；　and　opened　the　door
of　her　cabin。　Two　girls　were　in　the　water。　The　mistress　had　not
appeared。　She　waited。　A　door　opened。　Miss　Inger　came　out；
dressed　in　a　rustred　tunic　like　a　Greek　girl's；　tied　round　the
waist；　and　a　red　silk　handkerchief　round　her　head。　How　lovely
she　looked！　Her　knees　were　so　white　and　strong　and　proud；　and
she　was　firmbodied　as　Diana。　She　walked　simply　to　the　side　of
the　bath；　and　with　a　negligent　movement；　flung　herself　in。　For　a
moment　Ursula　watched　the　white；　smooth；　strong　shoulders；　and
the　easy　arms　swimming。　Then　she　too　dived　into　the　water。

Now；　ah　now；　she　was　swimming　in　the　same　water　with　her　dear
mistress。　The　girl　moved　her　limbs　voluptuously；　and　swam　by
herself；　deliciously；　yet　with　a　craving　of　unsatisfaction。　She
wanted　to　touch　the　other；　to　touch　her；　to　feel　her。

〃I　will　race　you；　Ursula；〃　came　the　wellmodulated　voice。

Ursula　started　violently。　She　turned　to　see　the　warm；
unfolded　face　of　her　mistress　looking　at　her；　to　her。　She　was
acknowledged。　Laughing　her　own　beautiful；　startled　laugh；　she
began　to　swim。　The　mistress　was　just　ahead；　swimming　with　easy
strokes。　Ursula　could　see　the　head　put　back；　the　water
flickering　upon　the　white　shoulders；　the　strong　legs　kicking
shadowily。　And　she　swam　blinded　with　passion。　Ah；　the　beauty　of
the　firm；　white；　cool　flesh！　Ah；　the　wonderful　firm　limbs。　Ah；
if　she　did　not　so　despise　her　own　thin；　dusky　fragment　of　a
body；　if　only　she　too　were　fearless　and　capable。

She　swam　on　eagerly；　not　wanting　to　win；　only　wanting　to　be
near　her　mistress；　to　swim　in　a　race　with　her。　They　neared　the
end　of　the　bath；　the　deep　end。　Miss　Inger　touched　the　pipe；
swung　herself　round；　and　caught　Ursula　round　the　waist　in　the
water；　and　held　her　for　a　moment。

〃I　won；〃　said　Miss　Inger；　laughing。

There　was　a　moment　of　suspense。　Ursula's　heart　was　beating　so
fast；　she　clung　to　the　rail；　and　could　not　move。　Her　dilated；
warm；　unfolded；　glowing　face　turned　to　the　mistress；　as　if　to
her　very　sun。

〃Goodbye；〃　said　Miss　Inger；　and　she　swam　away　to　the　other
pupils；　taking　professional　interest　in　them。

Ursula　was　dazed。　She　could　still　feel　the　touch　of　the
mistress's　body　against　her　ownonly　this；　only　this。　The
rest　of　the　swimming　time　passed　like　a　trance。　When　the　call
was　given　to　leave　the　water；　Miss　Inger　walked　down　the　bath
towards　Ursula。　Her　rustred；　thin　tunic　was　clinging　to　her；
the　whole　body　was　defined；　firm　and　magnificent；　as　it　seemed
to　the　girl。

〃I　enjoyed　our　race；　Ursula；　did　you？〃　said　Miss　Inger。

The　girl　could　only　laugh　with　revealed；　open；　glowing
face。

The　love　was　now　tacitly　confessed。　But　it　was　some　time
before　any　further　progress　was　made。　Ursula　continued　in
suspense；　in　inflamed　bliss。

Then　one　day；　when　she　was　alone；　the　mistress　came　near　to
her；　and　touching　her　cheek　with　her　fingers；　said　with　some
difficulty。

〃Would　yo