《红字-the scarlet letter(英文版)》the scarlet letter(英文版)-第52章

aid；　but　now；　that　there　could　be　no　good　event　forhim；　or　thee；　or　me；　who　are　here　wandering　together　in　this　gloomymaze　of　evil；　and　stumbling；　at　every　step；　over　the　guilt　wherewithwe　have　strewn　our　path。　It　is　not　so！　There　might　be　good　for　thee；and　thee　alone；　since　thou　hast　been　deeply　wronged；　and　hast　it　atthy　will　to　pardon。　Wilt　thou　give　up　that　only　privilege？　Wilt　thoureject　that　priceless　benefit？〃 〃Peace；　Hester；　peace！〃　replied　the　old　man；　with　gloomysternness。　〃It　is　not　granted　me　to　pardon。　I　have　no　such　power　asthou　tellest　me　of。　My　old　faith；　long　forgotten；　es　back　to　me；and　explains　all　that　we　do；　and　all　we　suffer。　By　thy　first　stepawry；　thou　didst　plant　the　germ　of　evil；　but　since　that　moment；　it　hasall　been　a　dark　necessity。　Ye　that　have　wronged　me　are　not　sinful；save　in　a　kind　of　typical　illusion；　neither　am　I　fiend…like；　whohave　snatched　a　fiend"s　office　from　his　hands。　It　is　our　fate。　Let　theblack　flower　blossom　as　it　may！　Now　go　thy　ways；　and　deal　as　thou　wiltwith　yonder　man。〃 He　waved　his　hand　and　betook　himself　again　to　his　employment　ofgathering　herbs。 XV。 HESTER　AND　PEARL。 SO　Roger　Chillingworth…　a　deformed　old　figure；　with　a　face　thathaunted　men"s　memories　longer　than　they　liked…　took　leave　of　HesterPrynne；　and　went　stooping　away　along　the　earth。　He　gathered　here　andthere　an　herb；　or　grubbed　up　a　root；　and　put　it　into　the　basket　on　hisarm。　His　grey　beard　almost　touched　the　ground；　as　he　crept　onward。Hester　gazed　after　him　a　little　while；　looking　with　a　half　fantasticcuriosity　to　see　whether　the　tender　grass　of　early　spring　would　not　beblighted　beneath　him；　and　show　the　wavering　track　of　his　footsteps；sere　and　brown；　across　its　cheerful　verdure。　She　wondered　what　sort　ofherbs　they　were；　which　the　old　man　was　so　sedulous　to　gather。　Wouldnot　the　earth；　quickened　to　an　evil　purpose　by　the　sympathy　of　hiseye；　greet　him　with　poisonous　shrubs；　of　species　hitherto　unknown；that　would　start　up　under　his　fingers？　Or　might　it　suffice　him；　thatevery　wholesome　growth　should　be　converted　into　somethingdeleterious　and　malignant　at　his　touch？　Did　the　sun；　which　shone　sobrightly　everywhere　else；　really　fall　upon　him？　Or　was　there；　as　itrather　seemed；　a　circle　of　ominous　shadow　moving　along　with　hisdeformity；　whichever　way　he　turned　himself？　And　whither　was　he　nowgoing？　Would　he　not　suddenly　sink　into　the　earth；　leaving　a　barren　andblasted　spot；　where；　in　due　course　of　time；　would　be　seen　deadlynightshade；　dogwood；　henbane；　and　whatever　else　of　vegetablewickedness　the　climate　could　produce；　all　flourishing　with　hideousluxuriance？　Or　would　he　spread　bat"s　wings　and　flee　away；　looking　somuch　the　uglier；　the　higher　he　rose　towards　heaven？ 〃Be　it　sin　or　no；〃　said　Hester　Prynne　bitterly；　as　she　still　gazedafter　him；　〃I　hate　the　man！〃 She　upbraided　herself　for　the　sentiment；　but　could　not　overe　orlessen　it。　Attempting　to　do　so；　she　thought　of　those　long…past　days；in　a　distant　land；　when　he　used　to　emerge　at　eventide　from　theseclusion　of　his　study；　and　sit　down　in　the　firelight　of　their　home；and　in　the　light　of　her　nuptial　smile。　He　needed　to　bask　himself　inthat　smile；　he　said；　in　order　that　the　chill　of　so　many　lonely　hoursamong　his　books　might　be　taken　off　the　scholar"s　heart。　Such　sceneshad　once　appeared　not　otherwise　than　happy；　but　now；　as　viewed　throughthe　dismal　medium　of　her　subsequent　life；　they　classed　themselvesamong　her　ugliest　remembrances。　She　marvelled　how　such　scenes　couldhave　been！　She　marvelled　how　she　could　ever　have　been　wrought　uponto　marry　him！　She　deemed　it　her　crime　most　to　be　repented　of；　that　shehad　ever　endured；　and　reciprocated；　the　lukewarm　grasp　of　his　hand；and　had　suffered　the　smile　of　her　lips　and　eyes　to　mingle　and　meltinto　his　own。　And　it　seemed　a　fouler　offence　mitted　by　RogerChillingworth；　than　any　which　had　since　been　done　him；　that；　in　thetime　when　her　heart　knew　no　better；　he　had　persuaded　her　to　fancyherself　happy　by　his　side。 〃Yes；　I　hate　him！〃　repeated　Hester；　more　bitterly　than　before。　〃Hebetrayed　me！　He　has　done　me　worse　wrong　than　I　did　him！〃 Let　men　tremble　to　win　the　hand　of　woman；　unless　they　win　along　withit　the　utmost　passion　of　her　heart！　Else　it　may　be　their　miserablefortune；　as　it　was　Roger　Chillingworth"s；　when　some　mightier　touchthan　their　own　may　have　awakened　all　her　sensibilities；　to　bereproached　even　for　the　calm　content；　the　marble　image　of　happiness；which　they　will　have　imposed　upon　her　as　the　warm　reality。　ButHester　ought　long　ago　to　have　done　with　this　injustice。　What　did　itbetoken？　Had　seven　long　years；　under　the　torture　of　the　scarletletter；　inflicted　so　much　of　misery；　and　wrought　out　no　repentance？ The　emotions　of　that　brief　space；　while　she　stood　gazing　after　thecrooked　figure　of　old　Roger　Chillingworth；　threw　a　dark　light　onHester"s　state　of　mind；　revealing　much　that　she　might　not　otherwisehave　acknowledged　to　herself。 He　being　gone；　she　summoned　back　her　child。 〃Pearl！　Little　Pearl！　Where　are　you？〃 Pearl；　whose　activity　of　spirit　never　flagged；　had　been　at　no　lossfor　amusement　while　her　mother　talked　with　the　old　gatherer　ofherbs。　At　first；　as　already　told；　she　had　flirted　fancifully　withher　own　image　in　a　pool　of　water；　beckoning　the　phantom　forth；　and…　asit　declined　to　venture…　seeking　a　passage　for　herself　into　itssphere　of　impalpable　earth　and　unattainable　sky。　Soon　finding；however；　that　either　she　or　the　image　was　unreal；　she　turned　elsewherefor　better　pastime。　She　made　little　boats　out　of　birch…bark；　andfreighted　them　with　snail…shells；　and　sent　out　more　ventures　on　themighty　deep　than　any　merchant　in　New　England；　but　the　larger　part　ofthem　foundered　near　the　shore。　She　seized　a　live　horse…shoe　by　thetail；　and　made　prize　of　several　five…fingers；　and　laid　out　ajelly…fish　to　melt　in　the　warm　sun。　Then　she　took　up　the　white　foam；that　streaked　the　line　of　the　advancing　tide；　and　threw　it　upon　thebreeze；　scampering　after　it；　with　winged　footsteps；　to　catch　the　greatsnowflakes　ere　they　fell。　Perceiving　a　flock　of　beach…birds；　thatfed　and　fluttered　along　the　shore；　the　naughty　child　picked　up　herapron　full　of　pebbles；　and；　creeping　from　rock　to　rock　after　thesesmall　sea…fowl；　displa