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The Golden Age-Part14_Kenneth Grahame(1859-1932)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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riches, but only immunity from change.

Edward slouched up alongside of me presently, with a hang-dog



look on him, as if he had been caught stealing jam. "What a lark

it'll be when she's really gone!" he observed, with a swagger



obviously assumed.

"Grand fun!" I replied, dolorously; and conversation flagged.



We reached the hen-house, and contemplated the banner of freedom

lying ready to flaunt the breezes at the supreme moment.



"Shall you run it up," I asked, "when the fly starts, or--or wait

a little till it's out of sight?"



Edward gazed around him dubiously. "We're going to have some

rain, I think," he said; "and--and it's a new flag. It would be



a pity to spoil it. P'raps I won't run it up at all."

Harold came round the corner like a bison pursued by Indians.



"I've polished up the cannons," he cried, "and they look grand!

Mayn't I load 'em now?"



"You leave 'em alone," said Edward, severely, "or you'll be

blowing yourself up" (consideration for others was not usually



Edward's strong point). "Don't touch the gunpowder till you're

told, or you'll get your head smacked."



Harold fell behind, limp, squashed, obedient. "She wants me to

write to her," he began, presently. "Says she doesn't mind the



spelling, it I'll only write. Fancy her saying that!"

"Oh, shut up, will you?" said Edward, savagely; and once



more we were silent, with only our thoughts for sorry company.

"Let's go off to the copse," I suggested timidly, feeling that



something had to be done to relieve the tension, "and cut more

new bows and arrows."



"She gave me a knife my last birthday," said Edward, moodily,

never budging. "It wasn't much of a knife--but I wish I hadn't



lost it."

"When my legs used to ache," I said, "she sat up half the night,



rubbing stuff on them. I forgot all about that till this

morning."



"There's the fly!" cried Harold suddenly. "I can hear it

scrunching on the gravel."



Then for the first time we turned and stared one another in the

face.



. . . . .

The fly and its contents had finally disappeared through the



gate: the rumble of its wheels had died away; and no flag floated

defiantly in the sun, no cannons proclaimed the passing of a



dynasty. From out the frosted cake of our existence Fate had cut

an irreplaceable segment; turn which way we would, the void was



present. We sneaked off in different directions, mutually

undesirous of company; and it seemed borne in upon me that I



ought to go and dig my garden right over, from end to end. It

didn't actually want digging; on the other hand, no amount of



digging could affect it, for good or for evil; so I worked

steadily, strenuously, under the hot sun, stifling thought in



action. At the end of an hour or so, I was joined by Edward.

"I've been chopping up wood," he explained, in a guilty sort of



way, though nobody had called on him to account for his doings.

"What for?" I inquired, stupidly. "There's piles and piles of it



chopped up already."

"I know," said Edward; "but there's no harm in having a bit over.



You never can tell what may happen. But what have you been doing

all this digging for?"



"You said it was going to rain," I explained, hastily; "so I

thought I'd get the digging done before it came. Good gardeners



always tell you that's the right thing to do."

"It did look like rain at one time," Edward admitted; "but it's



passed off now. Very queer weather we're having. I suppose

that's why I've felt so funny all day."



"Yes, I suppose it's the weather," I replied. "_I've_ been

feeling funny too."



The weather had nothing to do with it, as we well knew. But we




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