第13部分 (第1/7頁)
丟丟提示您:看後求收藏(奇妙書庫www.qmshu.tw),接著再看更方便。
critical of her。 It was:
〃I don't like you to do that; mother;〃 or; 〃I don't like you
to say that。〃 She was a sore problem to Brangwen and to all the
people at the Marsh。 As a rule; however; she was active; lightly
flitting about the farmyard; only appearing now and again to
assure herself of her mother。 Happy she never seemed; but quick;
sharp; absorbed; full of imagination and changeability。 Tilly
said she was bewitched。 But it did not matter so long as she did
not cry。 There was something heart…rending about Anna's crying;
her childish anguish seemed so utter and so timeless; as if it
were a thing of all the ages。
She made playmates of the creatures of the farmyard; talking
to them; telling them the stories she had from her mother;
counselling them and correcting them。 Brangwen found her at the
gate leading to the paddock and to the duckpond。 She was peering
through the bars and shouting to the stately white geese; that
stood in a curving line:
〃You're not to call at people when they want to e。 You
must not do it。〃
The heavy; balanced birds looked at the fierce little face
and the fleece of keen hair thrust between the bars; and they
raised their heads and swayed off; producing the long;
can…canking; protesting noise of geese; rocking their ship…like;
beautiful white bodies in a line beyond the gate。
〃You're naughty; you're naughty;〃 cried Anna; tears of dismay
and vexation in her eyes。 And she stamped her slipper。
〃Why; what are they doing?〃 said Brangwen。
〃They won't let me e in;〃 she said; turning her flushed
little face to him。
〃Yi; they will。 You can go in if