a woman of thirty-第34部分

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〃His　stupidity　is　really　beyond　anything！〃



IV。

THE　FINGER　OF　GOD

Between　the　Barriere　d'Italie　and　the　Barriere　de　la　Sante；　along　the　boulevard　which　leads　to　the　Jardin　des　Plantes；　you　have　a　view　of　Paris　fit　to　send　an　artist　or　the　tourist；　the　most　/blase/　in　matters　of　landscape；　into　ecstasies。　Reach　the　slightly　higher　ground　where　the　line　of　boulevard；　shaded　by　tall；　thick…spreading　trees；　curves　with　the　grace　of　some　green　and　silent　forest　avenue；　and　you　see　spread　out　at　your　feet　a　deep　valley　populous　with　factories　looking　almost　countrified　among　green　trees　and　the　brown　streams　of　the　Bievre　or　the　Gobelins。

On　the　opposite　slope；　beneath　some　thousands　of　roofs　packed　close　together　like　heads　in　a　crowd；　lurks　the　squalor　of　the　Faubourg　Saint…Marceau。　The　imposing　cupola　of　the　Pantheon；　and　the　grim　melancholy　dome　of　the　Val…du…Grace；　tower　proudly　up　above　a　whole　town　in　itself；　built　amphitheatre…wise；　every　tier　being　grotesquely　represented　by　a　crooked　line　of　street；　so　that　the　two　public　monuments　look　like　a　huge　pair　of　giants　dwarfing　into　insignificance　the　poor　little　houses　and　the　tallest　poplars　in　the　valley。　To　your　left　behold　the　observatory；　the　daylight；　pouring　athwart　its　windows　and　galleries；　producing　such　fantastical　strange　effects　that　the　building　looks　like　a　black　spectral　skeleton。　Further　yet　in　the　distance　rises　the　elegant　lantern　tower　of　the　Invalides；　soaring　up　between　the　bluish　pile　of　the　Luxembourg　and　the　gray　tours　of　Saint…　Sulpice。　From　this　standpoint　the　lines　of　the　architecture　are　blended　with　green　leaves　and　gray　shadows；　and　change　every　moment　with　every　aspect　of　the　heavens；　every　alteration　of　light　or　color　in　the　sky。　Afar；　the　skyey　spaces　themselves　seem　to　be　full　of　buildings；　near；　wind　the　serpentine　curves　of　waving　trees　and　green　footpaths。

Away　to　your　right；　through　a　great　gap　in　this　singular　landscape；　you　see　the　canal　Saint…Martin；　a　long　pale　stripe　with　its　edging　of　reddish　stone　quays　and　fringes　of　lime　avenue。　The　long　rows　of　buildings　beside　it；　in　genuine　Roman　style；　are　the　public　granaries。

Beyond；　again；　on　the　very　last　plane　of　all；　see　the　smoke…dimmed　slopes　of　Belleville　covered　with　houses　and　windmills；　which　blend　their　freaks　of　outline　with　the　chance　effects　of　cloud。　And　still；　between　that　horizon；　vague　as　some　childish　recollection；　and　the　serried　range　of　roofs　in　the　valley；　a　whole　city　lies　out　of　sight：　a　huge　city；　engulfed；　as　it　were；　in　a　vast　hollow　between　the　pinnacles　of　the　Hopital　de　la　Pitie　and　the　ridge　line　of　the　Cimetiere　de　l'Est；　between　suffering　on　the　one　hand　and　death　on　the　other；　a　city　sending　up　a　smothered　roar　like　Ocean　grumbling　at　the　foot　of　a　cliff；　as　if　to　let　you　know　that　〃I　am　here！〃

When　the　sunlight　pours　like　a　flood　over　this　strip　of　Paris；　purifying　and　etherealizing　the　outlines；　kindling　answering　lights　here　and　there　in　the　window　panes；　brightening　the　red　tiles；　flaming　about　the　golden　crosses；　whitening　walls　and　transforming　the　atmosphere　into　a　gauzy　veil；　calling　up　rich　contrasts　of　light　and　fantastic　shadow；　when　the　sky　is　blue　and　earth　quivers　in　the　heat；　and　the　bells　are　pealing；　then　you　shall　see　one　of　the　eloquent　fairy　scenes　which　stamp　themselves　for　ever　on　the　imagination；　a　scene　that　shall　find　as　fanatical　worshipers　as　the　wondrous　views　of　Naples　and　Byzantium　or　the　isles　of　Florida。　Nothing　is　wanting　to　complete　the　harmony；　the　murmur　of　the　world　of　men　and　the　idyllic　quiet　of　solitude；　the　voices　of　a　million　human　creatures　and　the　voice　of　God。　There　lies　a　whole　capital　beneath　the　peaceful　cypresses　of　Pere…Lachaise。

The　landscape　lay　in　all　its　beauty；　sparkling　in　the　spring　sunlight；　as　I　stood　looking　out　over　it　one　morning；　my　back　against　a　huge　elm…tree　that　flung　its　yellow　flowers　to　the　wind。　At　the　sight　of　the　rich　and　glorious　view　before　me；　I　thought　bitterly　of　the　scorn　with　which　even　in　our　literature　we　affect　to　hold　this　land　of　ours；　and　poured　maledictions　on　the　pitiable　plutocrats　who　fall　out　of　love　with　fair　France；　and　spend　their　gold　to　acquire　the　right　of　sneering　at　their　own　country；　by　going　through　Italy　at　a　gallop　and　inspecting　that　desecrated　land　through　an　opera…glass。　I　cast　loving　eyes　on　modern　Paris。　I　was　beginning　to　dream　dreams；　when　the　sound　of　a　kiss　disturbed　the　solitude　and　put　philosophy　to　flight。　Down　the　sidewalk；　along　the　steep　bank；　above　the　rippling　water；　I　saw　beyond　the　Ponte　des　Gobelins　the　figure　of　a　woman；　dressed　with　the　daintiest　simplicity；　she　was　still　young；　as　it　seemed　to　me；　and　the　blithe　gladness　of　the　landscape　was　reflected　in　her　sweet　face。　Her　companion；　a　handsome　young　man；　had　just　set　down　a　little　boy。　A　prettier　child　has　never　been　seen；　and　to　this　day　I　do　not　know　whether　it　was　the　little　one　or　his　mother　who　received　the　kiss。　In　their　young　faces；　in　their　eyes；　their　smile；　their　every　movement；　you　could　read　the　same　deep　and　tender　thought。　Their　arms　were　interlaced　with　such　glad　swiftness；　they　drew　close　together　with　such　marvelous　unanimity　of　impulse　that；　conscious　of　nothing　but　themselves；　they　did　not　so　much　as　see　me。　A　second　child；　howevera　little　girl；　who　had　turned　her　back　upon　them　in　sullen　discontent　threw　me　a　glance；　and　the　expression　in　her　eyes　startled　me。　She　was　as　pretty　and　engaging　as　the　little　brother　whom　she　left　to　run　about　by　himself；　sometimes　before；　sometimes　after　their　mother　and　her　companion；　but　her　charm　was　less　childish；　and　now；　as　she　stood　mute　and　motionless；　her　attitude　and　demeanor　suggested　a　torpid　snake。　There　was　something　indescribably　mechanical　in　the　way　in　which　the　pretty　woman　and　her　companion　paced　up　and　down。　In　absence　of　mind；　probably；　they　were　content　to　walk　to　and　fro　between　the　little　bridge　and　a　carriage　that　stood　waiting　nearby　at　a　corner　in　the　boulevard；　turning；　stopping　short　now　and　again；　looking　into　each　other's　eyes；　or　breaking　into　laughter　as　their　casual　talk　grew　lively　or　languid；　grave　or　gay。

I　watched　this　delicious　picture　a　while　from　my　hiding…place　by　the　great　elm…tree；　and　should　have　turned　away　no　doubt　and　respected　their　privacy；　if　it　had　not　been　for　a　chance　discovery。　In　the　face　of　the　brooding；　silent；　elder　child　I　saw　traces　of　thought　overdeep　for　her　age。　When　her　mother　and　the　young　man　at　her　side　turned　and　came　near；　her　head　was　frequently　lowered；　the　furtive　sidelong　glances　of　intelligence　that　she　gave　the　pair　and　the　child　her　brother　were　nothing　less　than　extraordinary。　Sometimes　the　pretty　woman　or　her　friend　would　stroke　the　little　boy's　fair　curls；　or　lay　a　caressing　finger　against　the　baby　throat　or　the　white　collar　as　he　played　at　keeping　step　with　them；　and　no　words　can　describe　the　shrewd　subtlety；　the　ingenuous　malice；　the　fierce　intensity　which　lighted　up　that　pallid　little　face　with　the　faint　circles　already　round　the　eyes。　Truly　there　was　a　man's　power　of　passion　in　the　strange…looking；　delicate　little　girl。　Here　were　traces　of　suffering　or　of　thought　in　her；　and　which　is　the　more　certain　token　of　death　when　li