Chapter VI

2018-04-15 作者： 外研社编译组

Chapter VI

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In the morning, when the bugle sounded from the barracks they rose and looked out of the window.She loved his body that was proud and blond and able to take command.And he loved her body that was soft and eternal.They looked at the faint grey vapour of summer steaming off from the greenness and ripeness of the fields.There was no town anywhere, their look ended in the haze of the summer morning.

Their bodies rested together, their minds tranquil.Then a little anxiety stirred in both of them from the sound of the bugle.She was called back to her old position, to realize the world of authority she did not understand but had wanted to serve.But this call died away again from her.She had all.

She went downstairs to her work, curiously changed.She was in a new world of her own, that she had never even imagined, and which was the land of promise for all that.In this she moved and had her being.And she extended it to her duties.She was curiously happy and absorbed.

She had not to strive out of herself to do her work.The doing came from within her without call or command.It was a delicious outflow, like sunshine, the activity that flowed from her and put her tasks to rights.

Bachmann sat busily thinking.He would have to get all his plans ready.He must write to his mother, and she must send him money to Paris.He would go to Paris, and from thence, quickly, to America.It had to be done.

Hemust make all preparations.The dangerous part was the getting into France.He thrilled in anticipation.During the day he would need a time-table of the trains going to Paris he would need to think.It gave him delicious pleasure, using all his wits.It seemed such an adventure.

This one day, and he would escape then into freedom.What an agony of need he had for absolute, imperious freedom.He had won to his own being, in himself and Emilie, he had drawn the stigma from his shame, he was beginning to be himself.

And now he wanted madly to be free to go on.A home, his work, and absolute freedom to move and to be, in her, with her, this was his passionate desire.He thought in a kind of ecstasy, living an hour of painful intensity.

Suddenly he heard voices, and a tramping of feet.His heart gave a great leap, then went still.He was taken.He had known all along.A complete silence filled his body and soul, a silence like death, a suspension of life and sound.He stood motionless in the bedroom, in perfect suspension.

Emilie was busy passing swiftly about the kitchen preparing the children’s breakfasts when she heard the tramp of feet and the voice of the Baron.The latter had come in from the garden, and was wearing an old green linen suit.He was a man of middle stature, quick, finely made, and of whimsical charm.