malvina of brittany-第37章

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him　a　shilling；　and　knew　he　would　have　paid　it。　　〃Same　as　silly
fool！〃　she　called　herself　as　she　pocketed　the　money。

He　gave　them　to　her　with　a　fine　lordly　air；　and　watched　her　while
she　pinned　them　to　her　blouse；　and　a　squirrel　halting　in　the　middle
of　the　walk　watched　her　also　with　his　head　on　one　side；　wondering
what　was　the　good　of　them　that　she　should　store　them　with　so　much
care。　　She　did　not　thank　him　in　words；　but　there　were　tears　in　her
eyes　when　she　turned　her　face　to　his；　and　one　of　the　little　fawn
gloves　stole　out　and　sought　his　hand。　　He　took　it　in　both　his；　and
would　have　held　it；　but　she　withdrew　it　almost　hurriedly。

They　appealed　to　him；　her　gloves；　in　spite　of　their　being　old　and
much　mended；　and　he　was　glad　they　were　of　kid。　　Had　they　been　of
cotton；　such　as　girls　of　her　class　usually　wore；　the　thought　of
pressing　his　lips　to　them　would　have　put　his　teeth　on　edge。　　He
loved　the　little　brown　shoes；　that　must　have　been　expensive　when
new；　for　they　still　kept　their　shape。　　And　the　fringe　of　dainty
petticoat；　always　so　spotless　and　with　never　a　tear；　and　the　neat；
plain　stockings　that　showed　below　the　closely　fitting　frock。　　So
often　he　had　noticed　girls；　showily；　extravagantly　dressed；　but　with
red　bare　hands　and　sloppy　shoes。　　Handsome　girls；　some　of　them；
attractive　enough　if　you　were　not　of　a　finicking　nature；　to　whom　the
little　accessories　are　almost　of　more　importance　than　the　whole。

He　loved　her　voice；　so　different　from　the　strident　tones　that　every
now　and　then；　as　some　couple；　laughing　and　talking；　passed　them；
would　fall　upon　him　almost　like　a　blow；　her　quick；　graceful
movements　that　always　brought　back　to　his　memory　the　vision　of　hill
and　stream。　　In　her　little　brown　shoes　and　gloves　and　the　frock
which　was　also　of　a　shade　of　brown　though　darker；　she　was　strangely
suggestive　to　him　of　a　fawn。　　The　gentle　look；　the　swift；　soft
movements　that　have　taken　place　before　they　are　seen；　the　haunting
suggestion　of　fear　never　quite　conquered；　as　if　the　little　nervous
limbs　were　always　ready　for　sudden　flight。　　He　called　her　that　one
day。　　Neither　of　them　had　ever　thought　to　ask　one　another's　names；
it　did　not　seem　to　matter。

〃My　little　brown　fawn；〃　he　had　whispered；　〃I　am　always　expecting　you
to　suddenly　dig　your　little　heels　into　the　ground　and　spring　away〃；
and　she　had　laughed　and　drawn　a　little　closer　to　him。　　And　even　that
was　just　the　movement　of　a　fawn。　　He　had　known　them；　creeping　near
to　them　upon　the　hill…sides　when　he　was　a　child。

There　was　much　in　common　between　them；　so　they　found。　　Though　he
could　claim　a　few　distant　relatives　scattered　about　the　North；　they
were　both；　for　all　practical　purposes；　alone　in　the　world。　　To　her；
also；　home　meant　a　bed…sitting　room〃over　there；〃　as　she　indicated
with　a　wave　of　the　little　fawn　glove　embracing　the　north…west
district　generally；　and　he　did　not　press　her　for　any　more　precise
address。

It　was　easy　enough　for　him　to　picture　it：　　the　mean；　close…smelling
street　somewhere　in　the　neighbourhood　of　Lisson　Grove；　or　farther　on
towards　the　Harrow　Road。　　Always　he　preferred　to　say　good…bye　to　her
at　some　point　in　the　Outer　Circle；　with　its　peaceful　vista　of　fine
trees　and　stately　houses；　watching　her　little　fawn…like　figure
fading　away　into　the　twilight。

No　friend　or　relative　had　she　ever　known；　except　the　pale；
girlish…looking　mother　who　had　died　soon　after　they　had　come　to
London。　　The　elderly　landlady　had　let　her　stay　on；　helping　in　the
work　of　the　house；　and　when　even　this　last　refuge　had　failed　her；
well…meaning　folk　had　interested　themselves　and　secured　her
employment。　　It　was　light　and　fairly　well　paid；　but　there　were
objections　to　it；　so　he　gathered；　more　from　her　halting　silences
than　from　what　she　said。　　She　had　tried　for　a　time　to　find　something
else；　but　it　was　so　difficult　without　help　or　resources。　　There　was
nothing　really　to　complain　about　it；　except　　And　then　she　paused
with　a　sudden　clasp　of　the　gloved　hands；　and；　seeing　the　troubled
look　in　her　eyes；　he　had　changed　the　conversation。

It　did　not　matter；　he　would　take　her　away　from　it。　　It　was　very
sweet　to　him；　the　thought　of　putting　a　protective　arm　about　this
little　fragile　creature　whose　weakness　gave　him　strength。　　He　was
not　always　going　to　be　a　clerk　in　an　office。　　He　was　going　to　write
poetry；　books；　plays。　　Already　he　had　earned　a　little。　　He　told　her
of　his　hopes；　and　her　great　faith　in　him　gave　him　new　courage。　　One
evening；　finding　a　seat　where　few　people　ever　passed；　he　read　to
her。　　And　she　had　understood。　　All　unconsciously　she　laughed　in　the
right　places；　and　when　his　own　voice　trembled；　and　he　found　it
difficult　to　continue　for　the　lump　in　his　own　throat；　glancing　at
her　he　saw　the　tears　were　in　her　eyes。　　It　was　the　first　time　he　had
tasted　sympathy。

And　so　spring　grew　to　summer。　　And　then　one　evening　a　great　thing
happened。　　He　could　not　make　out　at　first　what　it　was　about　her：
some　little　added　fragrance　that　made　itself　oddly　felt；　while　she
herself　seemed　to　be　conscious　of　increased　dignity。　　It　was　not
until　he　took　her　hand　to　say　good…bye　that　he　discovered　it。　　There
was　something　different　about　the　feel　of　her；　and；　looking　down　at
the　little　hand　that　lay　in　his；　he　found　the　reason。　　She　had　on　a
pair　of　new　gloves。　　They　were　still　of　the　same　fawn　colour；　but　so
smooth　and　soft　and　cool。　　They　fitted　closely　without　a　wrinkle；
displaying　the　slightness　and　the　gracefulness　of　the　hands　beneath。
The　twilight　had　almost　faded；　and；　save　for　the　broad　back　of　a
disappearing　policeman；　they　had　the　Outer　Circle　to　themselves；
and；　the　sudden　impulse　coming　to　him；　he　dropped　on　one　knee；　as
they　do　in　plays　and　story　books　and　sometimes　elsewhere；　and
pressed　the　little　fawn　gloves　to　his　lips　in　a　long；　passionate
kiss。　　The　sound　of　approaching　footsteps　made　him　rise　hurriedly。
She　did　not　move；　but　her　whole　body　was　trembling；　and　in　her　eyes
was　a　look　that　was　almost　of　fear。　　The　approaching　footsteps　came
nearer；　but　a　bend　of　the　road　still　screened　them。　　Swiftly　and　in
silence　she　put　her　arms　about　his　neck　and　kissed　him。　　It　was　a
strange；　cold　kiss；　but　almost　fierce；　and　then　without　a　word　she
turned　and　walked　away；　and　he　watched　her　to　the　corner　of　Hanover
Gate；　but　she　did　not　look　back。

It　was　almost　as　if　it　had　raised　a　barrier　between　them；　that　kiss。
The　next　evening　she　came　to　meet　him　with　a　smile　as　usual；　but　in
her　eyes　was　still　that　odd　suggestion　of　lurking　fear；　and　when；
seated　beside　her；　he　put　his　hand　on　hers　it　seemed　to　him　she
shrank　away　from　him。　　It　was　an　unconscious　movement。　　It　brought
back　to　him　that　haunting　memory　of　hill　and　stream　when　some　soft…
eyed　fawn；　strayed　from　her　fellows；　would　let　him　approach　quite
close　to　her；　and　then；　when　he　put　out　his　hand　to　caress　her；
would　start　away　with　a　swift；　quivering　movement。

〃Do　you　always　wear　gloves？〃　he　asked　her　one　evening　a　little
later。

〃Yes；〃　she　answered；　speaking　low；　〃when　I'm　out　of　doors。〃

〃But　this　is　not　out　of　doors；〃　he　had　pleaded。　　〃We　have　come　into
the　garden。　　Won't　you　take　them　off？〃

She　had　looked　at　him　from　under　bent　brows；　as　if　trying　to　read
him。　　She　did　not　answer　him　then。　　But　on　the　way　out；　on　the　last
seat　close　to　the　gate；　she　had　sat　down；　motioning　him　to　sit
beside　her。　　Quietly　she　unbuttoned　the　fawn　gloves；　drew　each　one
off　and　laid　them　aside。　　And　then；　for　the　first　time；　he　saw　her
hands。

Had　he　looked　at　her；　seen　the　faint　hope　die　out；　the　mute　agony　in
the　quiet　eyes　watching　him；　he　would　have　tried　to　hide　the
disgust；　the　physical　repulsion　that　showed　itself　so　plainly　in　his
face；　in　the　involuntary　movement　with　which　he　drew　away　from　her。
They　were　small　and　shapely　with　rounded　curves；　but　raw　and　seared
as　with　hot　irons；　with　a　growth　of　red；　angry…coloured　warts；　and
the　nails　all　worn　away。

〃I　ought　to　have　shown　them　to　you　before；〃　she　said　simply　as　she
drew　the　gloves　on　again。　　〃It　was　silly　of　me。　　I　ought　to　have
known。〃

He　tried　to　comfort　her；　but　his　phrases　came　meaningless　and
halting。

It　was　the　work；　she　explained　as　they　walked　on。