第60部分(第4/9 頁)

He　put　a　big；　dark　cloak　round　her；　and　sat　holding　her

hand；　whilst　the　moonlight　streamed　above　the　glowing　fires。

She　was　not　there。　Patiently　she　sat；　under　the　cloak；　with

Skrebensky　holding　her　hand。　But　her　naked　self　was　away　there

beating　upon　the　moonlight；　dashing　the　moonlight　with　her

breasts　and　her　knees；　in　meeting；　in　munion。　She　half

started；　to　go　in　actuality；　to　fling　away　her　clothing　and　flee

away；　away　from　this　dark　confusion　and　chaos　of　people　to　the

hill　and　the　moon。　But　the　people　stood　round　her　like　stones；

like　magnetic　stones；　and　she　could　not　go；　in　actuality。

Skrebensky；　like　a　load…stone　weighed　on　her；　the　weight　of　his

presence　detained　her。　She　felt　the　burden　of　him；　the　blind；

persistent；　inert　burden。　He　was　inert；　and　he　weighed　upon　her。

She　sighed　in　pain。　Oh；　for　the　coolness　and　entire　liberty　and

brightness　of　the　moon。　Oh；　for　the　cold　liberty　to　be　herself；

to　do　entirely　as　she　liked。　She　wanted　to　get　right　away。　She

felt　like　bright　metal　weighted　down　by　dark；　impure　magnetism。

He　was　the　dross；　people　were　the　dross。　If　she　could　but　get

away　to　the　clean　free　moonlight。

〃Don't　you　like　me　to…night？〃　said　his　low　voice；　the　voice

of　the　shadow　over　her　shoulder。　She　clenched　her　hands　in　the

dewy　brilliance　of　the　moon；　as　if　she　were　mad。

〃Don't　you　like　me　to…night？〃