《简爱(英文版)》第165章

r　thought　that　while　I　was　mourning　her；　she　was　loving　another！　But　it　is　useless　grieving。　Jane；　leave　me：　go　and　marry　Rivers。”
“Shake　me　off；　then；　sir；—push　me　away；　for　I’ll　not　leave　you　of　my　own　accord。”
“Jane；　I　ever　like　your　tone　of　voice：　it　still　renews　hope；　it　sounds　so　truthful。　When　I　hear　it；　it　carries　me　back　a　year。　I　forget　that　you　have　formed　a　new　tie。　But　I　am　not　a　fool—go—”
“Where　must　I　go；　sir？”
“Your　own　way—with　the　husband　you　have　chosen。”
“Who　is　that？”
“You　know—this　St。　John　Rivers。”
“He　is　not　my　husband；　nor　ever　will　be。　He　does　not　love　me：　I　do　not　love　him。　He　loves　（as　he　can　love；　and　that　is　not　as　you　love）　a　beautiful　young　lady　called　Rosamond。　He　wanted　to　marry　me　only　because　he　thought　I　should　make　a　suitable　missionary’s　wife；　which　she　would　not　have　done。　He　is　good　and　great；　but　severe；　and；　for　me；　cold　as　an　iceberg。　He　is　not　like　you；　sir：　I　am　not　happy　at　his　side；　nor　near　him；　nor　with　him。　He　has　no　indulgence　for　me—no　fondness。　He　sees　nothing　attractive　in　me；　not　even　youth—only　a　few　useful　mental　points。—Then　I　must　leave　you；　sir；　to　go　to　him？”
I　shuddered　involuntarily；　and　clung　instinctively　closer　to　my　blind　but　beloved　master。　He　smiled。
“What；　Jane！　Is　this　true？　Is　such　really　the　state　of　matters　between　you　and　Rivers？”
“Absolutely；　sir！　Oh；　you　need　not　be　jealous！　I　wanted　to　tease　you　a　little　to　make　you　less　sad：　I　thought　anger　would　be　better　than　grief。　But　if　you　wish　me　to　love　you；　could　you　but　see　how　much　I　do　love　you；　you　would　be　proud　and　content。　All　my　heart　is　yours；　sir：　it　belongs　to　you；　and　with　you　it　would　remain；　were　fate　to　exile　the　rest　of　me　from　your　presence　for　ever。”
Again；　as　he　kissed　me；　painful　thoughts　darkened　his　aspect。　“My　scared　vision！　My　crippled　strength！”　he　murmured　regretfully。
I　caressed；　in　order　to　soothe　him。　I　knew　of　what　he　was　thinking；　and　wanted　to　speak　for　him；　but　dared　not。　As　he　turned　aside　his　face　a　minute；　I　saw　a　tear　slide　from　under　the　sealed　eyelid；　and　trickle　down　the　manly　cheek。　My　heart　swelled。
“I　am　no　better　than　the　old　lightning…struck　chestnut…tree　in　Thornfield　orchard；”　he　remarked　ere　long。　“And　what　right　would　that　ruin　have　to　bid　a　budding　woodbine　cover　its　decay　with　freshness？”
“You　are　no　ruin；　sir—no　lightning…struck　tree：　you　are　green　and　vigorous。　Plants　will　grow　about　your　roots；　whether　you　ask　them　or　not；　because　they　take　delight　in　your　bountiful　shadow；　and　as　they　grow　they　will　lean　towards　you；　and　wind　round　you；　because　your　strength　offers　them　so　safe　a　prop。”
Again　he　smiled：　I　gave　him　fort。
“You　speak　of　friends；　Jane？”　he　asked。
“Yes；　of　friends；”　I　answered　rather　hesitatingly：　for　I　knew　I　meant　more　than　friends；　but　could　not　tell　what　other　word　to　employ。　He　helped　me。
“Ah！　Jane。　But　I　want　a　wife。”
“Do　you；　sir？”
“Yes：　is　it　news　to　you？”
“Of　course：　you　said　nothing　about　it　before。”
“Is　it　unwele　news？”
“That　depends　on　circumstances；　sir—on　your　choice。”
“Which　you　shall　make　for　me；　Jane。　I　will　abide　by　your　decision。”
“Choose　then；　sir—her　who　loves　you　best。”
“I　will　at　least　choose—her　i　love　best。　Jane；　will　you　marry　me？”
“Yes；　sir。”
“A　poor　blind　man；　whom　you　will　have　to　lead　about　by　the　hand？”
“Yes；　sir。”
“A　crippled　man；　twenty　years　older　than　you；　whom　you　will　have　to　wait　on？”
“Yes；　sir。”
“Truly；　Jane？”
“Most　truly；　sir。”
“Oh！　my　darling！　God　bless　you　and　reward　you！”
“Mr。　Rochester；　if　ever　I　did　a　good　deed　in　my　life—if　ever　I　thought　a　good　thought—if　ever　I　prayed　a　sincere　and　blameless　prayer—if　ever　I　wished　a　righteous　wish；—I　am　rewarded　now。　To　be　your　wife　is；　for　me；　to　be　as　happy　as　I　can　be　on　earth。”
“Because　you　delight　in　sacrifice。”
“Sacrifice！　What　do　I　sacrifice？　Famine　for　food；　expectation　for　content。　To　be　privileged　to　put　my　arms　round　what　I　value—to　press　my　lips　to　what　I　love—to　repose　on　what　I　trust：　is　that　to　make　a　sacrifice？　If　so；　then　certainly　I　delight　in　sacrifice。”
“And　to　bear　with　my　infirmities；　Jane：　to　overlook　my　deficiencies。”
“Which　are　none；　sir；　to　me。　I　love　you　better　now；　when　I　can　really　be　useful　to　you；　than　I　did　in　your　state　of　proud　independence；　when　you　disdained　every　part　but　that　of　the　giver　and　protector。”
“Hitherto　I　have　hated　to　be　helped—to　be　led：　henceforth；　I　feel　I　shall　hate　it　no　more。　I　did　not　like　to　put　my　hand　into　a　hireling’s；　but　it　is　pleasant　to　feel　it　circled　by　Jane’s　little　fingers。　I　preferred　utter　loneliness　to　the　constant　attendance　of　servants；　but　Jane’s　soft　ministry　will　be　a　perpetual　joy。　Jane　suits　me：　do　I　suit　her？”
“To　the　finest　fibre　of　my　nature；　sir。”
“The　case　being　so；　we　have　nothing　in　the　world　to　wait　for：　we　must　be　married　instantly。”
He　looked　and　spoke　with　eagerness：　his　old　impetuosity　was　rising。
“We　must　bee　one　flesh　without　any　delay；　Jane：　there　is　but　the　licence　to　get—then　we　marry。”
“Mr。　Rochester；　I　have　just　discovered　the　sun　is　far　declined　from　its　meridian；　and　Pilot　is　actually　gone　home　to　his　dinner。　Let　me　look　at　your　watch。”
“Fasten　it　into　your　girdle；　Ja；　and　keep　it　henceforward：　I　have　no　use　for　it。”
“It　is　nearly　four　o’clock　in　the　afternoon；　sir。　Don’t　you　feel　hungry？”
“The　third　day　from　this　must　be　our　wedding…day；　Jane。　Never　mind　fine　clothes　and　jewels；　now：　all　that　is　not　worth　a　fillip。”
“The　sun　has　dried　up　all　the　rain…drops；　sir。　The　breeze　is　still：　it　is　quite　hot。”
“Do　you　know；　Jane；　I　have　your　little　pearl　necklace　at　this　moment　fastened　round　my　bronze　scrag　under　my　cravat？　I　have　worn　it　since　the　day　I　lost　my　only　treasure；　as　a　memento　of　her。”
“We　will　go　home　through　the　wood：　that　will　be　the　shadiest　way。”
He　pursued　his　own　thoughts　without　heeding　me。
“Jane！　you　think　me；　I　daresay；　an　irreligious　dog：　but　my　heart　swells　with　gratitude　to　the　beneficent　God　of　this　earth　just　now。　He　sees　not　as　man　sees；　but　far　clearer：　judges　not　as　man　judges；　but　far　more　wisely。　I　did　wrong：　I　would　have　sullied　my　innocent　flower—breathed　gui