The Rainbow-虹(英文版)

第39部分 (第3/7頁)

　his　wife　was　a　great

thing；　if　it　was　not　everything。　She　had　conquered；　really。　Let

him　wait；　and　abide；　wait　and　abide。　She　and　the　baby　and

himself；　they　were　one。　The　organ　rang　out　his　protestation。　His

soul　lay　in　the　darkness　as　he　pressed　the　keys　of　the

organ。

To　Anna；　the　baby　was　a　plete　bliss　and　fulfilment。　Her

desires　sank　into　abeyance；　her　soul　was　in　bliss　over　the　baby。

It　was　rather　a　delicate　child；　she　had　trouble　to　rear　it。　She

never　for　a　moment　thought　it　would　die。　It　was　a　delicate

infant；　therefore　it　behoved　her　to　make　it　strong。　She　threw

herself　into　the　labour；　the　child　was　everything。　Her

imagination　was　all　occupied　here。　She　was　a　mother。　It　was

enough　to　handle　the　new　little　limbs；　the　new　little　body；　hear

the　new　little　voice　crying　in　the　stillness。　All　the　future

rang　to　her　out　of　the　sound　of　the　baby's　crying　and　cooing；

she　balanced　the　ing　years　of　life　in　her　hands；　as　she

nursed　the　child。　The　passionate　sense　of　fulfilment；　of　the

future　germinated　in　her；　made　her　vivid　and　powerful。　All　the

future　was　in　her　hands；　in　the　hands　of　the　woman。　And　before

this　baby　was　ten　months　old；　she　was　again　with　child。　She

seemed　to　be　in　the　fecund　of　storm　life；　every　moment　was　full

and　busy　with　productiveness　to　her。　She　felt　like　the　earth；

the　mother　of　everything。

Brangwen　occupied　himself　with　the　church；　he　played　the

organ；　he　trained　the　choir…boys；　he　taught　a　Sunday…school

class　of　youths。　He　was　happy　enough。　There　was　an　eager；

yearning　kind　of　happiness　in　him　as　he　taught　the　boys　on

Sundays。　He　was　all　the　time　exciti