死亡约会 Part I Chapter 11（2）

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It did something to her—that low, vibrant¹ tone. It made her heart turn over in her breast. It madeher feel shy, afraid, humble² and yet suddenly arrogantly³ glad. She said quite simply: ‘Yes.’

He came nearer—still dazed—still only half believing.

Then suddenly he took her hand.

‘It is you,’ he said. ‘You’re real. I thought at first you were a ghost—because I’d been thinkingabout you so much.’ He paused and then said, ‘I love you, you know…I have from the moment Isaw you in the train. I know that now. And I want you to know it so that—so that you’ll know itisn’t me—the real me—who—who behaves so caddishly. You see I can’t answer for myself evennow. I might do–anything! I might pass you by or cut you, but I do want you to know that it isn’tme—the real me—who is responsible for that. It’s my nerves. I can’t depend on them…When shetells me to do things—I do them! My nerves make me! You will understand, won’t you? Despiseme if you have to—’

She interrupted him. Her voice was low and unexpectedly sweet. ‘I won’t despise you.’

‘All the same, I’m pretty despicable! I ought to—to be able to behave like a man.’

It was partly an echo of Gerard’s advice, but more out of her own knowledge and hope thatSarah answered — and behind the sweetness of her voice there was a ring of certainty andconscious authority.

‘You will now.’

‘Shall I?’ His voice was wistful. ‘Perhaps…’

‘You’ll have courage now. I’m sure of it.’

He drew himself up—flung back his head.

‘Courage? Yes, that’s all that’s needed. Courage!’

Suddenly he bent⁴ his head, touched her hand with his lips. A minute later he had left her.