红字-the scarlet letter(英文版)-第11部分

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　purport　to　their　own　minds；　but　was　none　the　less　terrible　toher；　as　proceeding　from　lips　that　babbled　it　unconsciously。　Itseemed　to　argue　so　wide　a　diffusion　of　her　shame；　that　all　nature　knewof　it；　it　could　have　caused　her　no　deeper　pang；　had　the　leaves　ofthe　trees　whispered　the　dark　story　among　themselves…　had　the　summerbreeze　murmured　about　it…　had　the　wintry　blast　shrieked　it　aloud！Another　peculiar　torture　was　felt　in　the　gaze　of　a　new　eye。　Whenstrangers　looked　curiously　at　the　scarlet　letter…　and　none　ever　failedto　do　so…　they　branded　it　afresh　into　Hester's　soul；　so　that；oftentimes；　she　could　scarcely　refrain；　yet　always　did　refrain；　fromcovering　the　symbol　with　her　hand。　But　then；　again；　an　accustomedeye　had　likewise　its　own　anguish　to　inflict。　Its　cool　stare　offamiliarity　was　intolerable。　From　first　to　last；　in　short；　HesterPrynne　had　always　this　dreadful　agony　in　feeling　a　human　eye　uponthe　token；　the　spot　never　grew　callous；　it　seemed；　on　the　contrary；　togrow　more　sensitive　with　daily　torture。　　But　sometimes；　once　in　many　days；　or　perchance　in　many　months；　shefelt　an　eye…　a　human　eye…　upon　the　ignominious　brand；　that　seemed　togive　a　momentary　relief；　as　if　half　of　her　agony　were　shared。　The　nextinstant；　back　it　all　rushed　again；　with　still　a　deeper　throb　ofpain；　for；　in　that　brief　interval；　she　had　sinned　anew。　Had　Hestersinned　alone？　　Her　imagination　was　somewhat　affected；　and；　had　she　been　of　a　softermoral　and　intellectual　fibre；　would　have　been　still　more　so；　by　thestrange　and　solitary　anguish　of　her　life。　Walking　to　and　fro；　withthose　lonely　footsteps；　in　the　little　world　with　which　she　wasoutwardly　connected；　it　now　and　then　appeared　to　Hester…　if　altogetherfancy；　it　was　nevertheless　too　potent　to　be　resisted…　she　felt　orfancied；　then；　that　the　scarlet　letter　had　endowed　her　with　a　newsense。　She　shuddered　to　believe；　yet　could　not　help　believing；　that　itgave　her　a　sympathetic　knowledge　of　the　hidden　sin　in　other　hearts。She　was　terror…stricken　by　the　revelations　that　were　thus　made。　Whatwere　they？　Could　they　be　other　than　the　insidious　whispers　of　thebad　angel；　who　would　fain　have　persuaded　the　struggling　woman；　asyet　only　half　his　victim；　that　the　outward　guise　of　purity　was　but　alie；　and　that；　if　truth　were　everywhere　to　be　shown；　a　scarletletter　would　blaze　forth　on　many　a　bosom　besides　Hester　Prynne's？Or；　must　she　receive　those　intimations…　so　obscure；　yet　so　distinct…as　truth？　In　all　her　miserable　experience；　there　was　nothing　else　soawful　and　so　loathsome　as　this　sense。　It　perplexed；　as　well　as　shockedher；　by　the　irreverent　inopportuneness　of　the　occasions　that　broughtit　into　vivid　action。　Sometimes　the　red　infamy　upon　her　breast　wouldgive　a　sympathetic　throb；　as　she　passed　near　a　venerable　minister　ormagistrate；　the　model　of　piety　and　justice；　to　whom　that　age　ofantique　reverence　looked　up；　as　to　a　mortal　man　in　fellowship　withangels。　〃What　evil　thing　is　at　hand？〃　would　Hester　say　to　herself。Lifting　her　reluctant　eyes；　there　would　be　nothing　human　within　thescope　of　view；　save　the　form　of　this　earthly　saint！　Again；　a　mysticsisterhood　would　contumaciously　assert　itself；　as　she　met　thesanctified　frown　of　some　matron；　who；　according　to　the　rumour　of　alltongues；　had　kept　cold　snow　within　her　bosom　throughout　life。　Thatunsunned　snow　in　the　matron's　bosom；　and　the　burning　shame　on　HesterPrynne's…　what　had　the　two　in　mon？　Or；　once　more；　the　electricthrill　would　give　her　warning…　〃Behold；　Hester；　here　is　a　panion！〃…and；　looking　up；　she　would　detect　the　eyes　of　a　young　maidenglancing　at　the　scarlet　letter；　shyly　and　aside；　and　quicklyaverted；　with　a　faint；　chill　crimson　in　her　cheeks；　as　if　her　puritywere　somewhat　sullied　by　that　momentary　glance。　O　Fiend；　whosetalisman　was　that　fatal　symbol；　wouldst　thou　leave　nothing；　whether　inyouth　or　age；　for　this　poor　sinner　to　revere？…　such　loss　of　faith　isever　one　of　the　saddest　results　of　sin。　Be　it　accepted　as　a　proof　thatall　was　not　corrupt　in　this　poor　victim　of　her　own　frailty；　andman's　hard　law；　that　Hester　Prynne　yet　struggled　to　believe　that　nofellow…mortal　was　guilty　like　herself。　　The　vulgar；　who；　in　those　dreary　old　times；　were　always　contributinga　grotesque　horror　to　what　interested　their　imaginations；　had　astory　about　the　scarlet　letter　which　we　might　readily　work　up　into　aterrific　legend。　They　averred；　that　the　symbol　was　not　mere　scarletcloth；　tinged　in　an　earthly　dye…pot；　but　was　red…hot　with　infernalfire；　and　could　be　seen　glowing　all　alight；　whenever　Hester　Prynnewalked　abroad　in　the　night…time。　And　we　must　needs　say；　it　searedHester's　bosom　so　deeply；　that　perhaps　there　was　more　truth　in　therumour　than　our　modern　incredulity　may　be　inclined　to　admit。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　VI。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　PEARL。　　WE　have　as　yet　hardly　spoken　of　the　infant；　that　little　creature；whose　innocent　life　had　sprung；　by　the　inscrutable　decree　ofProvidence；　a　lovely　and　immortal　flower；　out　of　the　rank　luxurianceof　a　passion。　How　strange　it　seemed　to　the　sad　woman；　as　she　watchedthe　growth；　and　the　beauty　that　became　every　day　more　brilliant；　andthe　intelligence　that　threw　its　quivering　sunshine　over　the　tinyfeatures　of　this　child！　Her　Pearl！…　For　so　had　Hester　called　her；not　as　a　name　expressive　of　her　aspect；　which　had　nothing　of　the　calm；white；　unimpassioned　lustre　that　would　be　indicated　by　the　parison。But　she　named　the　infant　〃Pearl；〃　as　being　of　great　price…　purchasedwith　all　she　had…　her　mother's　only　treasure！　How　strange；　indeed！　Manhad　marked　this　woman's　sin　by　a　scarlet　letter；　which　had　such　potentand　disastrous　efficacy　that　no　human　sympathy　could　reach　her；　saveit　were　sinful　like　herself。　God；　as　a　direct　consequence　of　the　sinwhich　man　thus　punished；　had　given　her　a　lovely　child；　whose　place　wason　that　same　dishonoured　bosom；　to　connect　her　parent　for　ever　withthe　race　and　descent　of　mortals；　and　to　be　finally　a　blessed　soul　inheaven！　Yet　these　thoughts　affected　Hester　Prynne　less　with　hopethan　apprehension。　She　knew　that　her　deed　had　been　evil；　she　couldhave　no　faith；　therefore；　that　its　result　would　be　good。　Day　afterday；　she　looked　fearfully　into　the　child's　expanding　nature；　everdreading　to　detect　some　dark　and　wild　peculiarity；　that　shouldcorrespond　with　the　guiltiness　to　which　she　owed　her　being。　　Certainly；　there　was　no　physical　defect。　By　its　perfect　shape；　itsvigour；　and　its　natural　dexterity　in　the　use　of　all　its　untried　limbs；the　infant　was　worthy　to　have　been　brought　forth　in　Eden；　worthy　tohave　been　left　there；　to　be　the　plaything　of　the　angels　after　theworld's　first　parents　were　driven　out。　The　child　had　a　native　gracewhich　does　not　invariably　coexist　with　faultless　beauty；　its　attire；however　simple；　always　impressed　the　beholder　as　if　it　were　the　verygarb　that　precisely　became　it　best。　But　little　Pearl　was　not　clad　inrustic　weeds。　Her　mother；　with　a　morbid　purpose　that　may　be　betterunderstood　hereafter；　had　bought　the　richest　tissues　that　could　beprocured；　and　allowed　her　imaginative　faculty　its　full　play　in　thearrangement　and　decoration　of　the　dresses　which　the　child　wore；　beforethe　public　eye。　So　magnificent　was　the　small　figure；　when　thusarrayed；　and　such　was　the　splendour　of　Pearl's　own　proper　beauty；shining　through　the　gorgeous　robes　which　might　have　extinguished　apaler　loveliness；　that　there　was　an　absolute　circle　of　radiance　aroundher；　on　the　darksome　cottage　floor。　And　yet　a　russet　gown；　torn　andsoiled　with　the　child's　rude　play；　made　a　picture　of　her　just　asperfect。　Pearl's　aspect　was　imbued　with　a　spell　of　infinite　variety；in　this　one　child　there　were　many　children；　prehending　the　fullscope　between　the　wild…flower　prettiness　of　a　peasant…baby；　and　thepomp；　in　little；　of　an　infant　princess。　Throughout　all；　however；　therewas　a　trait　of　passion；　a　certain　depth　of　hue；　which　she　neverlost；　and　if；　in　any　of　her　changes；　she　had　grown　fainter　or　paler；she　would　have　ceased　to　be　herself…　it　would　have　been　no　longerPearl！　　This　outward　mutability　indicated；　and　did　not　more　than　fairlyexpress；　the　various　properties　of　her　inner　life。　Her　nature　appearedto　possess　depth；　too；　as　well　as　variety；　but…　or　else　Hester's　fearsdeceived　her…　it　lacked　reference　and　adaptation　to　the　world　intowhich　she　was　born。　The　child　could　not　be　made　amenable　to　rules。In　giving　her　existence；　a　great　law　had　been　broken；　and　the　resultwas　a　being　whose　elements　were　perhaps　beautiful　and　brilliant；　butall　in　disorder；　or　with　an　order　peculiar　to　themselves；　amidst　whichthe　point　of　variety　and　arrangement　was　difficult　or　impossible　to　bediscovered。　Hester　could　only　account　for　the　child's　character…　andeven　then　most　vaguely　and　imperfectly…　by　recalling　what　sheherself　had　been；　during　that　momentous　period　while　Pearl　wasimbibing　her　soul　from　the　spiritual　world；　and　her　bodily　framefrom　its　material　of　earth。　The　mother's　impassioned　state　had　beenthe　medium　through　which　were　transmitted　to　the　unborn　infant　therays　of　its　moral　Life；　and；　however　white　and　clear　originally；they　had　taken　the　deep　stains　of　crimson　and　gold；　the　fierylustre；　the　black　shadow；　and　the　untempered　light；　of　the　interveningsubstance。　Above　all；　the　warfare　of　Hester's　spirit；　at　that　epoch；was　perpetuated　in　Pearl。　She　could　recognise　her　wild；　desperate；defiant　mood；　the　flightiness　of　her　temper；　and　even　some　of　the　verycloud…shapes　of　gloom　and　despondency　that　had　brooded　in　her　heart。They　were　now　illuminated　by　the　morning　radiance　of　a　young　child'sdisposition；　but；　later　in　the　day　of　earthly　existence；　might　beprolific　of　the　storm　and　whirlwind。　　The　discipline　of　the　family；　in　those　days；　was　of　a　far　more　rigidkind　than　now。　The　frown；　the　harsh　rebuke；　the　frequent　applicationof　the　rod；　enjoined　by　Scriptural　authority；　were　used；　not　merely　inthe　way　of　punishment　for　actual　offences；　but　as　a　wholesomeregimen　for　the　growth　and　promotion　of　all　childish　virtues。　HesterPrynne；　nevertheless；　the　lonely　mother　of　this　one　child；　ranlittle　risk　of　erring　on　the　side　of　undue　severity。　Mindful；　however；of　her　own　errors　and　misfortunes；　she　early　sought　to　impose　atender；　but　strict　control　over　the　infant　immortality　that　wasmitted　to　her　charge。　But　the　task　was　beyond　her　skill。　Aftertesting　both　smiles　and　frowns；　and　proving　that　neither　mode　oftreatment　possessed　any　calculable　influence；　Hester　was　ultimatelypelled　to　stand　aside；　and　permit　the　child　to　be　swayed　by　her　ownimpulses。　Physical　pulsion　or　restraint　was　effectual；　of　course；while　it　lasted。　As　to　any　other　kind　of　discipline；　whether　addressedto　her　mind　or　heart；　little　Pearl　might　or　might　not　be　within　itsreach；　in　accordance　with　the　caprice　that　ruled　the　moment。　Hermother；　while　Pearl　was　yet　an　infant；　grew　acquainted　with　acertain　peculiar　look；　that　warned　her　when　it　would　be　labourthrown　away　to　insist；　persuade；　or　plead。　It　was　a　look　sointelligent；　yet　inexplicable；　so　perverse；　sometimes　so　malicious；but　generally　acpanied　by　a　wild　flow　of　spirits；　that　Hester　couldnot　help　questioning；　at　such　moments；　whether　Pearl　was　a　humanchild。　She　seemed　rather　an　airy　sprite；　which；　after　playing　itsfantastic　sports　for　a　little　while　upon　the　cottage…floor；　would　flitaway　with　a　mocking　smile。　Whenever　that　look　appeared　in　her　wild；bright；　deeply　black　eyes；　it　invested　her　with　a　strange　remotenessand　intangibility；　it　was　as　if　she　were　hovering　in　the　air　and　mightvanish；　like　a　glimmering　light；　that　es　we　know　not　whence；　andgoes　we　know　not　whither。　Beholding　it；　Hester　was　constrained　to　rushtowards　the　child…　to　pursue　the　little　elf　in　the　flight　which　sheinvariably　began…　to　snatch　her　to　her　bosom；　with　a　close　pressureand　earnest　kisses…　not　so　much　from　overflowing　love；　as　to　assureherself　that　Pearl　was　flesh　and　blood；　and　not　utterly　delusive。But　Pearl's　laugh；　when　she　was　caught；　though　full　of　merriment　andmusic；　made　her　mother　more　doubtful　than　before。　　Heart…smitten　at　this　bewildering　and　baffling　spell；　that　sooften　came　between　herself　and　her　sole　treasure；　whom　she　hadbought　so　dear；　and　who　was　all　her　world；　Hester　sometimes　burst　intopassionate　tears。　Then；　perhaps…　for　there　was　no　foreseeing　how　itmight　affect　her…　Pearl　would　frown；　and　clench　her　little　fist；　andharden　her　small　features　into　a　stern；　unsympathising　look　ofdiscontent。　Not　seldom；　she　would　laugh　anew；　and　louder　thanbefore；　like　a　thing　incapable　and　unintelligent　of　human　sorrow。Or…　but　this　more　rarely　happened…　she　would　be　convulsed　with　arage　of　grief；　and　sob　out　her　love　for　her　mother；　in　broken　words；and　seem　intent　on　proving　that　she　had　a　heart；　by　breaking　it。　YetHester　was　hardly　safe　in　confiding　herself　to　that　gustytenderness；　it　passed；　as　suddenly　as　it　came。　Brooding　over　all　thesematters；　the　mother　felt　like　one　who　has　evoked　a　spirit；　but；　bysome　irregularity　in　the　process　of　conjuration；　has　failed　to　win　themaster…word　that　should　control　this　new　and　inprehensibleintelligence。　Her　only　real　fort　was　when　the　child　lay　in　theplacidity　of　sleep。　Then　she　was　sure　of　her；　and　tasted　hours　ofquiet；　sad；　delicious　happiness；　until…　perhaps　with　that　perverseexpression　glimmering　from　beneath　her　opening　lids…　little　Pearlawoke！　　How　soon…　with　what　strange　rapidity；　indeed！…　did　Pearl　arrive　atan　age　that　was　capable　of　social　intercourse；　beyond　the　mother'sever…ready　smile　and　nonsense…words！　And　then　what　a　happiness　wouldit　have　been；　could　Hester　Prynne　have　heard　her　clear；　birdlike　voicemingling　with　the　uproar　of　other　childish　voices；　and　havedistinguished　and　unravelled　her　own　darling's　tones；　amid　all　theentangled　outcry　of　a　group　of　sportive　children！　But　this　could　neverbe。　Pearl　was　a　born　outcast　of　the　infantile　world。　An　imp　of　evil；emblem　and　product　of　sin；　she　had　no　right　among　christenedinfants。　Nothing　was　more　remarkable　than　the　instinct；　as　itseemed；　with　which　the　child　prehended　her　loneliness；　thedestiny　that　had　drawn　an　inviolable　circle　round　about　her；　the　wholepeculiarity；　in　short；　of　her　position　in　respect　to　other　children。Never；　since　her　release　from　prison；　had　Hester　met　the　public　gazewithout　her。　In　all　her　walks　about　the　town；　Pearl；　too；　was　there；first　as　the　babe　in　arms；　and　afterwards　as　the　little　girl；　smallpanion　of　her　mother；　holding　a　forefinger　with　her　whole　grasp；and　tripping　along　at　the　rate　of　three　or　four　footsteps　to　one　ofHester's。　She　saw　the　children　of　the　settlement；　on　the　grassy　marginof　the　street；　or　at　the　domestic　thresholds；　disporting　themselves　insuch　grim　fashion　as　the　Puritanic　nurture　would　permit；　playing　atgoing　to　church；　perchance；　or　at　scourging　Quakers；　or　takingscalps　in　a　sham…fight　with　the　Indians；　or　scaring　one　another　withfreaks　of　imitative　witchcraft。　Pearl　saw；　and　gazed　intently；　butnever　sought　to　make　acquaintance。　If　spoken　to；　she　would　not　speakagain。　If　the　children　gathered　about　her；　as　they　sometimes　did；Pearl　would　grow　positively　terrible　in　her　puny　wrath；　snatching　upstones　to　fling　at　them；　with　shrill；　incoherent　exclamations；　thatmade　her　mother　tremble；　because　they　had　so　much　the　sound　of　awitch's　anathemas　in　some　unknown　tongue。　　The　truth　was；　that　the　little　Puritans；　being　of　the　mostintolerant　brood　that　ever　lived；　had　a　vague　idea　of　somethingoutlandish；　unearthly；　or　at　variance　with　ordinary　fashions；　in　themother　and　child；　and　therefore