"Sir," he said, tears streaming down his weather-beaten face, his lips trembling and his face as white as ash, "do you want to go there?"
I remembered the past from his expression. I leaned on his outstretched arm to help me. I asked him absently:
"Is there a body ashore?"
He said, "Yes."
"Do I know the body?"
He did not answer anything.
But he took me to the seaside. Just where she and I-two children-were looking for shells-just where some lighter fragments of the old boat that blew last night were blown away by the wind-among the remnants of the family he had hurt-I saw him lying there, his head resting on his arm, just like I used to see him lying at school.
A fisherman, Emily and I have known each other since we were children.
From then on, I whispered my name at the door.
"Sir," he said, tears began to appear on his weather-beaten face.
His lips trembling, pale, "will you come?
Over there? '
The old memories I remembered were in his expression.
I leaned on his outstretched arm in horror and asked him.
Support me:
"Is there a body ashore?"
He said, "Yes."
"Do I know?" I asked.
He did not answer anything.
But he took me to the shore In that part, she and
I used to look for shells, two children-in that part.
Some lighter fragments of the old ship that was blown down by the wind last night.
Blown away by the wind, scattered in the ruins of his home
Wrong, I saw him lying on his head on his arm, I have.
He is often seen lying at school.
I hope time, "I looked at her and said," is good for all of us. Dear Mrs. Steerforth, we must believe that this is the greatest misfortune. "
The sincerity of my attitude and the tears in my eyes surprised her. Her whole thinking process seems to have stopped and changed.
I tried to control my voice when I called his name softly, but my voice still trembled. She repeated his name to herself two or three times in a low voice. Then, she reluctantly calmly said to me:
"The child is ill."
"Very sick."
"Have you seen him?"
"I have seen it."
"Have you made up?"
I can't say yes, and I can't sayno. She turned her head slightly to the place next to Rosa Dattel, and I said to Rosa with my lips, "Dead!"
In order not to let Mrs. Steerforth look back and see clearly what she was not ready to know, I quickly caught her attention; But I have seen Rosa Dattel throw her hands into the air in despair and fear, and then cover her face.
That beautiful lady-so alike, oh, so alike! Look at me intently and put your hand on your forehead. I advised her to stay calm and be ready to put up with what I had to say; But I should persuade her to cry, because she sat there like a stone statue.
"Last time I was here," I stammered, "Miss Dattel told me that he was sailing here and there. I spent a terrible night at sea the night before yesterday. If he was at sea that night, as I heard, near a dangerous port; If the ship I have seen is really him-"
Rosa!' Mrs. Steerforth said, "Come to me!"
She came, but there was no sympathy or comfort. When she met his mother face to face, her eyes sparkled like fire, and suddenly she gave a terrible laugh.
"So," she said, "is your pride satisfied, you crazy woman? Now he atoned for you with his life! Did you hear that? -His life! "
Mrs. Steerforth sat straight in the chair and looked at her with wide eyes. There was nothing but a moan.
"alas!" Rosa shouted enthusiastically, "Look at me! Groan, sigh, and look at me! Look here! " Clapping the scar, "Look at your dead son's handwriting!" "
The mother's constant moaning touched me. Always the same. It's always unclear and not smooth. Always accompanied by weakness in the head, but his face did not change. It always comes from stiff mouth and tight teeth, as if the teeth have been locked and the facial pain has lost consciousness.
Do you remember when he did it? She went on to say, "Do you remember when he did it (because he inherited your nature, because you were addicted to his pride and feelings) and disfigured me for life? Look at me and die with his very rude traces; Groan and sigh for what you have done to him! "
"Miss Dattel," I advised her, "for God's sake-"
"I have to say it!" She turned her shining eyes to me and said, "Be quiet! Look at me, I said, proud and hypocritical son, proud mother! For your upbringing, for your connivance, for your loss of him, and for my loss of him! "
She clenched her fist and her thin body trembled, as if her feelings were torturing her inch by inch.
"It is you who resent his willfulness!" She never cried. "It was you who was hurt by his pride!" " You are an old man who opposes these two personalities! It is also you who cultivated his true appearance from the cradle and prevented him from becoming what he should be! Now, have you seen your years of hard work? "
"Oh, Miss Dattel, what a pity! Oh, how cruel! "
"I tell you," she answered, "I have to tell her. When I stand here, nothing in the world can stop me! I haven't made a sound for many years. Now I don't talk? I have always loved him more than you! " Suddenly turned to her. "I can love him for nothing. If I become his woman, I can be a slave to his wayward temperament because of his one-year love. I can do it. Who knows better than me? You are mean, proud, restrained and selfish. My love can be single-minded-I can step on your worthless sobs! "
She stepped on the ground, her eyes shining as if she had really stepped on it.
"Look here!" She said it again, banging on the scar. "When he grows up and knows more about what he has done, he will understand and regret it! I can sing to him, talk to him, show enthusiasm for what he does, and try my best to acquire the knowledge he is most interested in; I caught his attention. He loved me in the purest and truest time. Yes, he did! Many times, he pushed you away with a little excuse. He hugged me! "
When she said this, her madness-almost madness-contained a mocking pride and a longing memory, and a gentle ember was temporarily ignited in that memory.
"I fell down-if he hadn't fascinated me with his childish courtship, I might have realized it a long time ago-and became a doll, a pastime. He put it down, picked it up and teased it at will. When he gets bored, so do I. When his love goes out, I will neither marry him because he can't help marrying me, nor consolidate my power. We quietly drifted apart from each other. You may have seen it, but it's not a pity. From then on, I am just a broken musical instrument among you; No eyes, no ears, no feelings, no memories. Moaning? Lament for the way you created him; Don't moan for your love, I tell you, I once loved him more than you always loved him! "
She stood there, her big shiny angry eyes facing her wide-open eyes and dull face; When the groan continued, she was not at all soft-hearted, as if that face was just a painting.
"Miss Dattel," I said, "if you are so cruel that you have no sympathy for this distressed mother-"
"Who sympathizes with me?" She asked sharply. "She has sown such seeds. Let her groan for today's harvest! "
"If he's wrong-"I began.
"wrong! She cried with tears. " Who dares to denigrate him? His soul is worth millions of times more than the soul of the friend he made at the festival! "
"No one loves him more than I do, and no one appreciates him more than I do," I replied. "I mean, if you don't sympathize with his mother; If his fault-makes you suffer-"
"That's not true," she cried, pulling her black hair. "I love him!"
"-if it's his fault," I continued, "at such a time, you can't forget it; Look at that man, even a stranger, help her! "
"I hope time will be good for all of us," I said, looking at her.
Dear Mrs. Steerforth, we must believe that in our heaviest
Unfortunately. '
The seriousness of my attitude and the tears in my eyes frightened me.
She ... Her thoughts seem to have stopped, and
Change.
I tried to command my voice to say his name softly, but it
Trembling. She repeated to herself two or three times in a low voice.
Tone. Then, she said to me, trying to be calm:
My son is ill.
"Very ill,"
"Have you seen him?"
"I have."
"Have you made up?"
I can't say yes or no. She turned slightly.
Walked to the place where Rosa Dart stood
Elbow, at that moment, I said, my lips moved.
Rosa, "Dead!"
Mrs. Steerforth may not be induced to look behind her, and
Read and write clearly, she is not ready to know, I am satisfied.
She looked at quickly; But I saw Rosa Dart surrender.
The air is filled with despair and fear, and then hug them tightly.
On her face.
This beautiful lady-so alike, oh so alike! -Look at me with a fixed eye
Look, put her hand on her forehead. I begged her to calm down,
Ready to bear I have to tell her; But I'd rather
I begged her to cry because she sat like a stone.
"The last time I was here," I stammered, "Miss Dart told me he was here."
Sailing around. The night before yesterday was a terrible night.
At sea. If he was at sea that night and near the dangerous coast,
It is said that he is; If the ship you see really should
Is that the boat?
Rosa!' Mrs. Steerforth said, "Come to me!"
She came, but without sympathy or tenderness. Her eyes sparkled.
Like a fire, she faced his mother and burst into a terrible
Laugh.
"Now," she said, "has your pride subsided, you crazy woman? Does he have it now?
Use his life to atone for you! Did you hear that? -His life! '
Mrs. Steerforth fell flat in her chair and said nothing.
The voice, but moaning, opened her eyes wide.
"Yes!" Rosa shouted excitedly, pounding her chest.
Look at me! Groan, groan, look at me! "Look here!" significant
Scar, "in the hands of your dead child!" "
My mother's groans hurt my heart from time to time.
Always the same. Always inarticulate and unhappy. always
Accompanied by weak head movements, but not
Change your face Always start with a closed mouth.
Teeth, as if the chin were locked, and the face was frozen in pain.
"Do you remember when he did it?" she continued. Are you
Remember when he inherited your nature and yours
Indulge his pride and passion, and he did so, ruining my face.
For life? Look at me, stare at me until I die with him.
Unpleasant; Groaning for what you made him! '
"Miss Dart," I begged her. For god's sake-"
"I'll talk!" She said, looking at me with her lightning eyes.
You, be quiet! Look at me, I said, a proud mother.
Son! Complaining about your upbringing, complaining about your corruption,
Lament for your loss of him, lament for mine! '
She clenched her hands and trembled through her thin and gaunt body.
It seems that her passion is killing her bit by bit.
You, hate his self-will! "She said loudly. You were hurt by him.
An arrogant temper! You object to both, and when your hair turns gray,
When you gave birth to him, the quality of both! You, who?
What is holding him back from his cradle?
It should be! Now, did you get a reward?
Trouble? '
Oh, Miss Dart, what a pity! "Oh, how cruel!"
"I tell you," she answered, "I want to talk to her. No electricity
When I stand here, the earth should stop me! Am I silent?
After all these years, am I not talking now? I love him more.
Love him more than you do! Attack her violently. I could have.
Love him without asking for anything in return. If I were his wife, I could
For a year, I became his capricious slave for a love story. I
I think so. Who knows it better than me? You are too harsh,
Proud, meticulous and selfish. My love will be dedicated-
Will trample your insignificant sobs under your feet! '
Her eyes were shining and she stamped her feet as if she were really
I did it.
"Look here!" She said, hit the scar again, merciless
Hands. When he has a better understanding of what he has.
Finished, he saw it and regretted it! I can sing to him and chat with him.
To him, show enthusiasm, I think he has done everything and achieved it.
He is most interested in labor and other knowledge; but I
Attracted him. He loved me when he was freshest and truest. Yes,
He did it. Many times, when you are a slight word, he
Has brought me to his heart! '
She said this with a mocking pride, when she was crazy.
This is a little, but ardent memory, of which
The embers of a gentler feeling are now lit.
I drop, I may know I should, but he
I am fascinated by his childish courtship-turning into a doll, a small thing.
Idle time occupied, discarded, and
Play around because of fickle humor. When he grew up,
Bored, I became bored. With his fantasy gone, I won't have it again.
Trying to strengthen my power any more than I would marry him.
He was forced to accept me as his wife. We're out of a place
The other one said nothing. Maybe you saw it and didn't feel sorry.
From then on, I became an ugly piece of furniture.
Between you two; No eyes, no ears, no feelings, no.
Memories Moaning? Lament for you creating him; It's not for you
Love. I'm telling you, when I love him more than
You never did! '
She stood, her bright angry eyes facing the wide gaze,
And a setting surface; When the moaning stops, it is no longer soft.
Repeat, if the face is a picture.
"Miss Dart," I said, "if you can be stubborn enough to feel nothing.
For this suffering mother
"Who sympathizes with me?" she retorted pointedly. She broadcast this. let
She lamented today's harvest! '
If his mistake-"I started.
"Disadvantages!" She cried with tears in her eyes. Who dares?
Slander him? His soul is worth millions of friends.
Humpback! '
No one can love him more, no one can cherish him more
"More memories than me," I replied. I mean, if you don't,
Compassion for the mother; Or if his shortcomings-you have been suffering.
On them-"
"It's fake," she cried, pulling her black hair; I love him!
"If his faults cannot," I continued, "be expelled from you.
Memories, at such moments; Look at this number, even you.
I haven't seen it. Give me some help! '