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lavengro-第78章

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walking home to the old town; stay some time with my mother and my 

brother; and enjoy the pleasant walks in the neighbourhood; but; 

though I wished very much to see my mother and my brother; and felt 

much disposed to enjoy the said pleasant walks; the old town was 

not exactly the place to which I wished to go at this present 

juncture。  I was afraid that people would ask; Where are your 

Northern Ballads?  Where are your alliterative translations from Ab 

Gwilym … of which you were always talking; and with which you 

promised to astonish the world?  Now; in the event of such 

interrogations; what could I answer?  It is true I had compiled 

NEWGATE LIVES AND TRIALS; and had written the life of Joseph Sell; 

but I was afraid that the people of the old town would scarcely 

consider these as equivalents for the Northern Ballads and the 

songs of Ab Gwilym。  I would go forth and wander in any direction 

but that of the old town。



But how one's sensibility on any particular point diminishes with 

time; at present I enter the old town perfectly indifferent as to 

what the people may be thinking on the subject of the songs and 

ballads。  With respect to the people themselves; whether; like my 

sensibility; their curiosity has altogether evaporated; whether; 

which is at least equally probable; they never entertained any; one 

thing is certain; that never in a single instance have they 

troubled me with any remarks on the subject of the songs and 

ballads。



As it was my intention to travel on foot; with a bundle and a 

stick; I despatched my trunk containing some few clothes and books 

to the old town。  My preparations were soon made; in about three 

days I was in readiness to start。



Before departing; however; I bethought me of my old friend the 

apple…woman of London Bridge。  Apprehensive that she might be 

labouring under the difficulties of poverty; I sent her a piece of 

gold by the hands of a young maiden in the house in which I lived。  

The latter punctually executed her commission; but brought me back 

the piece of gold。  The old woman would not take it; she did not 

want it; she said。  'Tell the poor thin lad;' she added; 'to keep 

it for himself; he wants it more than I。'



Rather late one afternoon I departed from my lodging; with my stick 

in one hand and a small bundle in the other; shaping my course to 

the south…west:  when I first arrived; somewhat more than a year 

before; I had entered the city by the north…east。  As I was not 

going home; I determined to take my departure in the direction the 

very opposite to home。



Just as I was about to cross the street called the Haymarket; at 

the lower part; a cabriolet; drawn by a magnificent animal; came 

dashing along at a furious rate; it stopped close by the curb…stone 

where I was; a sudden pull of the reins nearly bringing the 

spirited animal upon its haunches。  The Jehu who had accomplished 

this feat was Francis Ardry。  A small beautiful female; with 

flashing eyes; dressed in the extremity of fashion; sat beside him。



'Holloa; friend;' said Francis Ardry; 'whither bound?'



'I do not know;' said I; 'all I can say is; that I am about to 

leave London。'



'And the means?' said Francis Ardry。



'I have them;' said I; with a cheerful smile。



'Qui est celui…ci?' demanded the small female; impatiently。



'C'est … mon ami le plus intime; so you were about to leave London; 

without telling me a word;' said Francis Ardry; somewhat angrily。



'I intended to have written to you;' said I:  'what a splendid mare 

that is。'



'Is she not?' said Francis Ardry; who was holding in the mare with 

difficulty; 'she cost a hundred guineas。'



'Qu'est ce qu'il dit?' demanded his companion。



'Il dit que le jument est bien beau。'



'Allons; mon ami; il est tard;' said the beauty; with a scornful 

toss of her head; 'allons!'



'Encore un moment;' said Francis Ardry; 'and when shall I see you 

again?'



'I scarcely know;' I replied:  'I never saw a more splendid turn 

out。'



'Qu'est ce qu'il dit?' I said the lady again。



'Il dit que tout l'equipage est en assez bon gout。'



'Allons; c'est un ours;' said the lady; 'le cheval meme en a peur;' 

added she; as the mare reared up on high。



'Can you find nothing else to admire but the mare and the 

equipage?' said Francis Ardry; reproachfully; after he had with 

some difficulty brought the mare to order。



Lifting my hand; in which I held my stick; I took off my hat。  'How 

beautiful!' said I; looking the lady full in the face。



'Comment?' said the lady; inquiringly。



'Il dit que vous etes belle comme un ange;' said Francis Ardry; 

emphatically。



'Mais; a la bonne heure! arretez; mon ami;' said the lady to 

Francis Ardry; who was about to drive off; 'je voudrais bien causer 

un moment avec lui; arretez; il est delicieux。 … Est…ce bien ainsi 

que vous traitez vos amis?' said she passionately; as Francis Ardry 

lifted up his whip。  'Bon jour; Monsieur; bon jour;' said she; 

thrusting her head from the side and looking back; as Francis Ardry 

drove off at the rate of thirteen miles an hour。







CHAPTER LIX







The milestone … The meditation … Want to get up? … The off…hand 

leader … Sixteen shillings … The near…hand wheeler … All right。



IN about two hours I had cleared the Great City; and got beyond the 

suburban villages; or rather towns; in the direction in which I was 

travelling; I was in a broad and excellent road; leading I knew not 

whither。  I now slackened my pace; which had hitherto been great。  

Presently; coming to a milestone on which was graven nine miles; I 

rested against it; and looking round towards the vast city; which 

had long ceased to be visible; I fell into a train of meditation。



I thought of all my ways and doings since the day of my first 

arrival in that vast city … I had worked and toiled; and; though I 

had accomplished nothing at all commensurate with the hopes which I 

had entertained previous to my arrival; I had achieved my own 

living; preserved my independence; and become indebted to no one。  

I was now quitting it; poor in purse; it is true; but not wholly 

empty; rather ailing it may be; but not broken in health; and; with 

hope within my bosom; had I not cause upon the whole to be 

thankful?  Perhaps there were some who; arriving at the same time 

under not more favourable circumstances; had accomplished much 

more; and whose future was far more hopeful … Good!  But there 

might be others who; in spite of all their efforts; had been either 

trodden down in the press; never more to be heard of; or were 

quitting that mighty town broken in purse; broken in health; and; 

oh! with not one dear hope to cheer them。  Had I not; upon the 

whole; abundant cause to be grateful?  Truly; yes!



My meditation over; I left the milestone and proceeded on my way in 

the same direction as before until the night began to close in。  I 

had always been a good pedestrian; but now; whether owing to 

indisposition or to not having for some time past been much in the 

habit of taking such lengthy walks; I began to feel not a little 

weary。  Just as I was thinking of putting up for the night at the 

next inn or public…house I should arrive at; I heard what sounded 

like a coach coming up rapidly behind me。  Induced; perhaps; by the 

weariness which I felt; I stopped and looked wistfully in the 

direction of the sound; presently up came a coach; seemingly a 

mail; drawn by four bounding horses … there was no one upon it but 

the coachman and the guard; when nearly parallel with me it 

stopped。  'Want to get up?' sounded a voice; in the true coachman…

like tone … half querulous; half authoritative。  I hesitated; I was 

tired; it is true; but I had left London bound on a pedestrian 

excursion; and I did not much like the idea of having recourse to a 

coach after accomplishing so very inconsiderable a distance。  

'Come; we can't be staying here all night;' said the voice; more 

sharply than before。  'I can ride a little way; and get down 

whenever I like;' thought I; and springing forward I clambered up 

the coach; and was going to sit down upon the box; next the 

coachman。  'No; no;' said the coachman; who was a man about thirty; 

with a hooked nose and red face; dressed in a fashionably…cut 

greatcoat; with a fashionable black castor on his head。  'No; no; 

keep behind …the box ain't for the like of you;' said he; as he 

drove off; 'the box is for lords; or gentlemen at least。'  I made 

no answer。  'D… that off…hand leader;' said the coachman; as the 

right…hand front horse made a desperate start at something he saw 

in the road; and; half rising; he with great dexterity hit with his 

long whip the off…hand leader a cut on the off cheek。  'These seem 

to be fine horses;' said I。  The coachman made no answer。  'Nearly 

thoroughbred;
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