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Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery 赤毛のアンの原著 Project Gutenbergより取得（2007年6月4日） Project Gutenbergのファイル名 anne11.txt Project Gutenbergの再利用については、Reusing Project Gutenberg textsにあるように、自由（無料かつ、いかようにも）ですので問題ありません。 全文をひとつのページに置けないので（atwikiの仕様）、いくつかの章に分けます 以下 Gutenberg Projectのanne11.txtより ANNE OF GREEN GABLES Lucy Maud Montgomery ★ 扉：ブラウニングの詩 Gutenberg Projectにはブラウニングの詩が抜けているので、Puffin Books（ISBN 0-140-32462-3）より写す The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit and fire and dew. BROWNING Table of Contents CHAPTER I Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Surprised CHAPTER II Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprised CHAPTER III Marilla Cuthbert Is Surprised CHAPTER IV Morning at Green Gables CHAPTER V Anne s History CHAPTER VI Marilla Makes Up Her Mind CHAPTER VII Anne Says Her Prayers CHAPTER VIII Anne s Bringing-Up Is Begun CHAPTER IX Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified CHAPTER X Anne s Apology CHAPTER XI Anne s Impressions of Sunday School CHAPTER XII A Solemn Vow and Promise CHAPTER XIII The Delights of Anticipation CHAPTER XIV Anne s Confession CHAPTER XV A Tempest in the School Teapot CHAPTER XVI Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results CHAPTER XVII A New Interest in Life CHAPTER XVIII Anne to the Rescue CHAPTER XIX A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession CHAPTER XX A Good Imagination Gone Wrong CHAPTER XXI A New Departure in Flavorings CHAPTER XXII Anne is Invited Out to Tea CHAPTER XXIII Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor CHAPTER XXIV Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert CHAPTER XXV Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves CHAPTER XXVI The Story Club Is Formed CHAPTER XXVII Vanity and Vexation of Spirit CHAPTER XXVIII An Unfortunate Lily Maid CHAPTER XXIX An Epoch in Anne s Life CHAPTER XXX The Queens Class Is Organized CHAPTER XXXI Where the Brook and River Meet CHAPTER XXXII The Pass List Is Out CHAPTER XXXIII The Hotel Concert CHAPTER XXXIV A Queen s Girl CHAPTER XXXV The Winter at Queen s CHAPTER XXXVI The Glory and the Dream CHAPTER XXXVII The Reaper Whose Name Is Death CHAPTER XXXVIII The Bend in the road anne11.txtのはじめと終わりの文章 これは、Project Gutenbergの文章なので、残しておきます。 はじめの文章 長いので別ページにしました Public DomainということとProject Gutenbergに関することが書いてあります 終わりの文章 End of the Project Gutenberg Edition of Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery おしまい、ということが書いてあるだけです 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 04 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 44 19 (Tue)
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CHAPTER XXXVII UP CHAPTER XXXVIII The Bend in the road 第38章 道の曲がり角（松本訳） Marilla went to town the next day and returned in the evening. Anne had gone over to Orchard Slope with Diana and came back to find Marilla in the kitchen, sitting by the table with her head leaning on her hand. Something in her dejected attitude struck a chill to Anne s heart. She had never seen Marilla sit limply inert like that. "Are you very tired, Marilla?" "Yes--no--I don t know," said Marilla wearily, looking up. "I suppose I am tired but I haven t thought about it. It s not that." "Did you see the oculist? What did he say?" asked Anne anxiously. "Yes, I saw him. He examined my eyes. He says that if I give up all reading and sewing entirely and any kind of work that strains the eyes, and if I m careful not to cry, and if I wear the glasses he s given me he thinks my eyes may not get any worse and my headaches will be cured. But if I don t he says I ll certainly be stone-blind in six months. Blind! Anne, just think of it!" For a minute Anne, after her first quick exclamation of dismay, was silent. It seemed to her that she could NOT speak. Then she said bravely, but with a catch in her voice "Marilla, DON T think of it. You know he has given you hope. If you are careful you won t lose your sight altogether; and if his glasses cure your headaches it will be a great thing." "I don t call it much hope," said Marilla bitterly. "What am I to live for if I can t read or sew or do anything like that? 「read or sew or do anything like that」マリラは編み物をしている 場面か料理の場面の描写はあっても、本を読んだり、縫い物をしたりしている場面はないように思います。アンの服を作ったりしているので裁縫しているのはわかっていますが I might as well be blind--or dead. And as for crying, I can t help that when I get lonesome. But there, it s no good talking about it. If you ll get me a cup of tea I ll be thankful. I m about done out. Don t say anything about this to any one for a spell yet, anyway. I can t bear that folks should come here to question and sympathize and talk about it." マリラは強い。同情されたくない、ということについては When Marilla had eaten her lunch Anne persuaded her to go to bed. 「lunch」 tea でも dinner でもなく、lunch。夕方でも lunch ということは、ええと、どういうことでしょう。疑問。Webster s Revised Unabridged, 1913 Edition（onelook 経由：わざと古めの辞書を選びました）では、A luncheon; specifically, a light repast between breakfast and dinner. とあります。では、luncheon は？ 2. A portion of food taken at any time except at a regular meal; an informal or light repast, as between breakfast and dinner. となっています。ということは、普段の食事より軽い（簡単な）ものってことでしょうね。マリラに食べさせて、さっさと寝室に行かせてしまった、ということなんでしょう。う～ん、マリラに話しかけたときには、「with a catch in her voice」（少し上のところ）と、つっかえながら話したわりには、その後のアンの行動はすっかり保護者のよう Then Anne went herself to the east gable and sat down by her window in the darkness alone with her tears and her heaviness of heart. How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy with promise. Anne felt as if she had lived years since then, but before she went to bed there was a smile on her lips and peace in her heart. 答「but」問：アンの考えがはっきり変ったところはどこか、はじめの単語を示しなさい。と、したらですが。表面上はここでしょうけども、心の動きを考えると、前章のアラン夫人の、マリラも淋しくなるでしょうね、との問いに答えなかった（られなかった）ところで、心はもうその方向は決まっていたはず。頭が納得したのがこの時点 She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend--as duty ever is when we meet it frankly. One afternoon a few days later Marilla came slowly in from the front yard where she had been talking to a caller-- a man whom Anne knew by sight as Sadler from Carmody. Anne wondered what he could have been saying to bring that look to Marilla s face. "What did Mr. Sadler want, Marilla?" Marilla sat down by the window and looked at Anne. There were tears in her eyes in defiance of the oculist s prohibition and her voice broke as she said "He heard that I was going to sell Green Gables and he wants to buy it." 「it」Green Gables を指す。後にも出てきますが、Green Gables で、家だけではなく、納屋や農地を含めたもの（homestead というのかしら）を言っている。なので、ひとかたまりで扱って、it。松本訳注には「屋号として扱われていたと考えられる」（第1章(6) p. 451）とあるように広い意味があるようです "Buy it! Buy Green Gables?" Anne wondered if she had heard aright. 「Buy it! Buy Green Gables?」マリラの he wants to buy it を受けてそのままオウム返しに言っている。興奮しているのが、オウム返しでわかる。和訳するとなるとむずかしいところ "Oh, Marilla, you don t mean to sell Green Gables!" "Anne, I don t know what else is to be done. I ve thought it all over. If my eyes were strong I could stay here and make out to look after things and manage, with a good hired man. But as it is I can t. I may lose my sight altogether; and anyway I ll not be fit to run things. Oh, I never thought I d live to see the day when I d have to sell my home. But things would only go behind worse and worse all the time, till nobody would want to buy it. Every cent of our money went in that bank; and there s some notes Matthew gave last fall to pay. 「note」当時の商習慣（支払いの）がよくわからないので、この言葉の厳密な意味もわかりませんが、払わなければならないのですから、「附け」でしょうか。ブレアの店とか、かしら？？？ Mrs. Lynde advises me to sell the farm and board somewhere--with her I suppose. 「with her I suppose」逆のことになろうとは……（ずっと先ですが）。モードはこういうことを書いていたからこそ、リンド夫人がグリーンゲイブルズに来ることにしたに違いありません It won t bring much--it s small and the buildings are old. But it ll be enough for me to live on I reckon. I m thankful you re provided for with that scholarship, Anne. 「you re provided for with that scholarship」この受け身は、無理矢理能動形にすれば、Somebody provides for you with that scholarship I m sorry you won t have a home to come to in your vacations, that s all, but I suppose you ll manage somehow." Marilla broke down and wept bitterly. "You mustn t sell Green Gables," said Anne resolutely. 「said Anne resolutely」この毅然とした態度に、アンの決意がある。そして、会話としては、アンの自立がはっきりするのがここ "Oh, Anne, I wish I didn t have to. But you can see for yourself. I can t stay here alone. I d go crazy with trouble and loneliness. And my sight would go--I know it would." "You won t have to stay here alone, Marilla. I ll be with you. I m not going to Redmond." "Not going to Redmond!" Marilla lifted her worn face from her hands and looked at Anne. "Why, what do you mean?" "Just what I say. I m not going to take the scholarship. I decided so the night after you came home from town. You surely don t think I could leave you alone in your trouble, Marilla, after all you ve done for me. I ve been thinking and planning. Let me tell you my plans. Mr. Barry wants to rent the farm for next year. So you won t have any bother over that. And I m going to teach. I ve applied for the school here--but I don t expect to get it for I understand the trustees have promised it to Gilbert Blythe. 「the trustees have promised it to Gilbert Blythe」文面上は、理事会はギルバートとまだ契約していないかもしれないことになる。尤もこれはアンの言葉だからあまり当てにならないわけですが But I can have the Carmody school--Mr. Blair told me so last night at the store. Of course that won t be quite as nice or convenient as if I had the Avonlea school. But I can board home and drive myself over to Carmody and back, in the warm weather at least. And even in winter I can come home Fridays. We ll keep a horse for that. Oh, I have it all planned out, Marilla. And I ll read to you and keep you cheered up. You sha n t be dull or lonesome. And we ll be real cozy and happy here together, you and I." Marilla had listened like a woman in a dream. "Oh, Anne, I could get on real well if you were here, I know. But I can t let you sacrifice yourself so for me. 「I can t let you sacrifice yourself so for me」うれしいが、アンを犠牲にはできない。あくまでマリラは強い。sacrifice はあとで、ギルバートのところでも出てくる表現 It would be terrible." "Nonsense!" Anne laughed merrily. 「merrily」ここで、アンとマリラの立場が逆転したことが明確になる。言葉で伝えるだけでは（頭だけでは）だめで（アンの話したプランは頭で理解する話でしかない）、感情（心）が相手を動かす "There is no sacrifice. Nothing could be worse than giving up Green Gables-- 「Nothing could be worse than giving up Green Gables」アンの home は Green Gables になければならないのだから。CHAPTER II with impression Matthew Cuthbert is surprised の「But I m glad to think of getting home. You see, I ve never had a real home since I can remember. It gives me that pleasant ache again just to think of coming to a really truly home. 」を思い出す nothing could hurt me more. We must keep the dear old place. My mind is quite made up, Marilla. I m NOT going to Redmond; and I AM going to stay here and teach. Don t you worry about me a bit." "But your ambitions--and--" "I m just as ambitious as ever. Only, I ve changed the object of my ambitions. 「the object of my ambitions」奨学金が手に入れられないことは非常に大きな痛手ですが、客観的に見れば方向は大きく変わってはいない。ただし、これが男ならば全くといっていいほど変わりはないのですが（ギルバートのように）、アンが女であるがゆえに、その先がギルバートのように開けるのかどうかがわからないがゆえに、決断には強い意志が必要になったはず（アタマが納得しないといけないので） I m going to be a good teacher-- and I m going to save your eyesight. Besides, I mean to study at home here and take a little college course all by myself. Oh, I ve dozens of plans, Marilla. I ve been thinking them out for a week. I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return. When I left Queen s my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. 「a straight road」これと対比されて、章題の The Bend in the Road。説明は次の文章から I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don t know what lies around the bend, but I m going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes--what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows--what new landscapes--what new beauties--what curves and hills and valleys further on." "I don t feel as if I ought to let you give it up," said Marilla, referring to the scholarship. "But you can t prevent me. 「you can t prevent me」これまではマリラに禁じられたこともあったが、立場の逆転は、マリラに否をつきつけることでもある I m sixteen and a half, 「sixteen and a half」まだ、若い、とは思いますが、説得に値すると思ったということでしょう `obstinate as a mule, as Mrs. Lynde once told me," laughed Anne. "Oh, Marilla, don t you go pitying me. 「don t you go pitying me」そう見えるところが多いのは本人がいちばんよく知っている I don t like to be pitied, and there is no need for it. I m heart glad over the very thought of staying at dear Green Gables. Nobody could love it as you and I do-- 「you and I」マリラとわたしにしかできない、殺し文句になって……、いるかも so we must keep it." "You blessed girl!" said Marilla, yielding. "I feel as if you d given me new life. I guess I ought to stick out and make you go to college--but I know I can t, so I ain t going to try. I ll make it up to you though, Anne." When it became noised abroad in Avonlea 「it became noised abroad」松本訳注第38章(1) p. 533参照 that Anne Shirley had given up the idea of going to college and intended to stay home and teach there was a good deal of discussion over it. 「When...」teach と there のあいだにコンマを入れると区切れがわかる Most of the good folks, not knowing about Marilla s eyes, thought she was foolish. Mrs. Allan did not. アラン夫人はアンの思いがわかっている。リンド夫人とは少々違う She told Anne so in approving words that brought tears of pleasure to the girl s eyes. 「tears of pleasure」アンの気持ちが理解されたからこその涙。どのような道（レッドモンド大学に行く、アヴォンリーに残る（アンの選択）、そのほか）を選んだとしても、つらいのだから 「the girl s eyes」ここは、girl Neither did good Mrs. Lynde. She came up one evening and found Anne and Marilla sitting at the front door in the warm, scented summer dusk. They liked to sit there when the twilight came down and the white moths flew about in the garden and the odor of mint filled the dewy air. Mrs. Rachel deposited her substantial person upon the stone bench by the door, behind which grew a row of tall pink and yellow hollyhocks, with a long breath of mingled weariness and relief. "I declare I m getting glad to sit down. I ve been on my feet all day, and two hundred pounds is a good bit for two feet to carry round. 「two hundred pounds」約 90 kg It s a great blessing not to be fat, Marilla. I hope you appreciate it. Well, Anne, I hear you ve given up your notion of going to college. 「notion」考え、意見、信念というような意味に加えて、ばからしい考え、という意味もある。たぶん普通には「考え」でしょうが、リンド夫人が言うからには、「いきすぎた考え」という感じでしょうか I was real glad to hear it. You ve got as much education now as a woman can be comfortable with. I don t believe in girls going to college with the men and cramming their heads full of Latin and Greek and all that nonsense." 「all that nonsense」大学に行って、ナンセンスなことを頭に入れてくる。今でも半分真理かも "But I m going to study Latin and Greek just the same, Mrs. Lynde," said Anne laughing. "I m going to take my Arts course right here at Green Gables, 「Arts course」文学のコース and study everything that I would at college." Mrs. Lynde lifted her hands in holy horror. "Anne Shirley, you ll kill yourself." "Not a bit of it. I shall thrive on it. Oh, I m not going to overdo things. As `Josiah Allen s wife, says, I shall be `mejum . 「As `Josiah Allen s wife, says, I shall be `mejum 」松本訳注第38章(2) p. 533参照 But I ll have lots of spare time in the long winter evenings, and I ve no vocation for fancy work. 「no vocation for fancy work」アンは手芸のような仕事は得意じゃない（好きじゃない） I m going to teach over at Carmody, you know." "I don t know it. I guess you re going to teach right here in Avonlea. The trustees have decided to give you the school." "Mrs. Lynde!" cried Anne, springing to her feet in her surprise. 「springing」小さいころのアンは fly（flew）が多かったようですが、Spancervale のお医者さんの助言があって以来、spring するようになったんでしょう "Why, I thought they had promised it to Gilbert Blythe!" "So they did. But as soon as Gilbert heard that you had applied for it he went to them--they had a business meeting at the school last night, you know--and told them that he withdrew his application, and suggested that they accept yours. He said he was going to teach at White Sands. Of course he knew how much you wanted to stay with Marilla, and I must say I think it was real kind and thoughtful in him, that s what. Real self-sacrificing, too, for he ll have his board to pay at White Sands, and everybody knows he s got to earn his own way through college. So the trustees decided to take you. I was tickled to death when Thomas came home and told me." "I don t feel that I ought to take it," murmured Anne. "I mean--I don t think I ought to let Gilbert make such a sacrifice for--for me." "I guess you can t prevent him now. 「you can t prevent him now」マリラに言った同じ言葉をリンド夫人に聞かされることになるとは He s signed papers with the White Sands trustees. So it wouldn t do him any good now if you were to refuse. Of course you ll take the school. You ll get along all right, now that there are no Pyes going. 「there are no Pyes going」こう言われるほうもたまらないと思うのですけど Josie was the last of them, and a good thing she was, that s what. There s been some Pye or other going to Avonlea school for the last twenty years, and I guess their mission in life was to keep school teachers reminded that earth isn t their home. 「to keep school teachers reminded that earth isn t their home」子供（悪ガキ）としてはある意味大変正しい行動である。先生はたまらないでしょうけど Bless my heart! What does all that winking and blinking at the Barry gable mean?" 「winking and blinking」擬態語があまりない英語ならではの、似たような単語の繰り返し表現。でも、この場合は、ちかちか、とか、ぴかぴか、とかいうよりも、品があっていいかも、と思ったり。でも点滅というと味気ないし "Diana is signaling for me to go over," laughed Anne. "You know we keep up the old custom. Excuse me while I run over and see what she wants." Anne ran down the clover slope like a deer, and disappeared in the firry shadows of the Haunted Wood. Mrs. Lynde looked after her indulgently. "There s a good deal of the child about her yet in some ways." "There s a good deal more of the woman about her in others," retorted Marilla, with a momentary return of her old crispness. But crispness was no longer Marilla s distinguishing characteristic. As Mrs. Lynde told her Thomas that night. "Marilla Cuthbert has got MELLOW. That s what." Anne went to the little Avonlea graveyard the next evening to put fresh flowers on Matthew s grave and water the Scotch rosebush. 「the Scotch rosebush」bushというからには、見ためは１本ではないと考えるほうがいいかと思うのですが、挿したのは、a slip （「I took a slip of the little white Scotch rosebush」CHAPTER XXXVII with impression The Reaper Whose Name Is Death）。ひと株植えてしまったのでしょうか。そのほうがちゃんと根づくと思いますし She lingered there until dusk, liking the peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars whose rustle was like low, friendly speech, and its whispering grasses growing at will among the graves. When she finally left it and walked down the long hill that sloped to the Lake of Shining Waters it was past sunset 「the Lake of Shining Waters it was past sunset」これは、マシューとはじめて見た光景とだいたい同じ。季節が違いはしますが。「Below them was a pond ... although it was not yet quite dark ... 」（CHAPTER II with impression Matthew Cuthbert is surprised） and all Avonlea lay before her in a dreamlike afterlight-- "a haunt of ancient peace." 「"a haunt of ancient peace"」松本訳注第38章(3) p. 533参照 There was a freshness in the air as of a wind that had blown over honey-sweet fields of clover. Home lights twinkled out here and there among the homestead trees. Beyond lay the sea, misty and purple, with its haunting, unceasing murmur. 「Beyond 以下」倒置 The west was a glory of soft mingled hues, and the pond reflected them all in still softer shadings. The beauty of it all thrilled Anne s heart, and she gratefully opened the gates of her soul to it. "Dear old world," she murmured, "you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you." 「in you」世界の中で生きるから、in。もちろん、you は old world。アンは old world に話しかけているのですから Halfway down the hill a tall lad came whistling out of a gate before the Blythe homestead. 「a tall lad」アンは見ればすぐにギルバートとわかるわけなのに、わざわざ背の高い若者と表現するのは、効果を狙ったためでしょう。ですので、アンの戸惑いというか、話しかけるまでの心の動きを表わしているのでしょう It was Gilbert, and the whistle died on his lips as he recognized Anne. He lifted his cap courteously, but he would have passed on in silence, if Anne had not stopped and held out her hand. 「held out her hand」lily maid ごっこのときギルバートに助けられて陸に上ったときは、ギルバートに腕をつかまれたのでした（But Gilbert had also sprung from the boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm. CHAPTER XXVIII with impression An Unfortunate Lily Maid ） "Gilbert," she said, with scarlet cheeks, "I want to thank you for giving up the school for me. It was very good of you--and I want you to know that I appreciate it." Gilbert took the offered hand eagerly. "It wasn t particularly good of me at all, Anne. I was pleased to be able to do you some small service. 「some small」ちょっと、と言ったところで、オンナゴコロにはあまり響かないぞよ、ギルちゃん。do someone a service：人に貢献する Are we going to be friends after this? 「Are we going to be friends after this?」オヌシ、I ll never ask you to be friends again, Anne Shirley. と言ったことは忘れたのか（ CHAPTER XXVIII with impression An Unfortunate Lily Maid ）。オトコは単純だから仕方ないが Have you really forgiven me my old fault?" Anne laughed and tried unsuccessfully to withdraw her hand. 「tried unsuccessfully to withdraw her hand」アンはギルバートの策にはまってしまったのかも。もっとも嫌がっていたわけでもないでしょうけど "I forgave you that day by the pond landing, although I didn t know it. What a stubborn little goose I was. I ve been--I may as well make a complete confession--I ve been sorry ever since." "We are going to be the best of friends," said Gilbert, jubilantly. 単純さ丸出し…… "We were born to be good friends, Anne. You ve thwarted destiny enough. I know we can help each other in many ways. You are going to keep up your studies, aren t you? So am I. Come, I m going to walk home with you." Marilla looked curiously at Anne when the latter entered the kitchen. "Who was that came up the lane with you, Anne?" "Gilbert Blythe," answered Anne, vexed to find herself blushing. "I met him on Barry s hill." "I didn t think you and Gilbert Blythe were such good friends that you d stand for half an hour at the gate talking to him," said Marilla with a dry smile. "We haven t been--we ve been good enemies. But we have decided that it will be much more sensible to be good friends in the future. Were we really there half an hour? It seemed just a few minutes. But, you see, we have five years lost conversations to catch up with, Marilla." Anne sat long at her window that night companioned by a glad content. The wind purred softly in the cherry boughs, and the mint breaths came up to her. The stars twinkled over the pointed firs in the hollow and Diana s light gleamed through the old gap. Anne s horizons had closed in 「Anne s horizons had closed in」アンからまっすぐに見える境界線は迫ってきた。close in は夜や闇が迫るという意味もある。すぐ後ろに night の話が出てくるので、モードは close in を選んだに違いありません。そして、horizon が見えたとしてもそこは a bend であって曲り角。行き止まりではない。曲がった先は狭いかもしれないけれど since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen s; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road! 「the bend in the road」ということで章題。アンにとっては、曲がり角としか表現できない選択肢しかなかった。それが不幸というわけではないのですが "`God s in his heaven, all s right with the world, " whispered Anne softly. 「`God s in his heaven, all s right with the world 」松本訳注第38章(4) p. 534参照 この終わり方は、続きがあるに違いない、と思わせぶりなところが、成功の理由のひとつかも この章ではダイアナが直接の登場がないのが、ちょっと残念。A bossom friend なのに CHAPTER XXXVII UP 12 13 August 2007 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 12 August 2007 last update 2007-08-13 02 17 20 (Mon)
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アンのほんとの言葉が知りたい！と思って、原著を読んでみました。 松本侑子訳（集英社文庫版）と辞書を頼りに。 集英社文庫の松本侑子訳は、注が詳しい（単行本より倍増だそうです）とのことで、手に入れ、一気に読了。 訳文がしっくりくるので、たちまち好きになってしまいました。 花岡訳を知っているので、これは重要なのです。 リンド夫人のほうがミセスリンドよりいい、とか。 でも、クスバートじゃなくてカスバートでおっけいです（アニメーションにも影響されていますので、ね）。 そして、松本侑子さんが翻訳に使ったというPuffin Books版（ISBN 0-140-32462-3）も手に入れ、読んでみました。実は、はじめのころは辞書なし、松本侑子注のみで読んでしまっていました。細かなところがわからなくなって、途中から辞書を使い出しました。 このページにコピーした原著は、Project Gutenbergのanne11.txt（原著をご覧ください）なので、Puffin Books版と多少違います。 Project Gutenberg版は綴りがアメリカ綴りになっていて、Puffin Books版からこちらに目を移すと違和感がありますが（honorとhonourの違いなど）、英文の修正はしていません。 出版時はイギリス綴りかと思われますので、Puffin Books版のほうが適切なのかもしれません（単なる想像ですが）。 下は、松本侑子訳（集英社文庫版）と辞書を利用して、感想を交えた原著の読みの記録を添えたものです。英文はGutenberg Projectのanne11.txt（原著）。 書けるところから作っていますので、ページがない場合（リンク文字の最後がクエスチェンマークになっているもの）は、書き込んでいないとか、まだ、読んでいない、などです。 2007年6月10日 2007年6月11日 微修正 ANNE OF GREEN GABLES Lucy Maud Montgomery ★ 扉：ブラウニングの詩 Gutenberg Projectにはブラウニングの詩が抜けているので、Puffin Books（ISBN 0-140-32462-3）より写す The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit and fire and dew. BROWNING Table of Contents CHAPTER I with impression Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Surprised CHAPTER II with impression Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprised CHAPTER II with impression2 Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprised のつづき サイズ超過のため分割 CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert Is Surprised? CHAPTER IV with impression? Morning at Green Gables? CHAPTER V with impression? Anne s History? CHAPTER VI with impression? Marilla Makes Up Her Mind? CHAPTER VII with impression? Anne Says Her Prayers? CHAPTER VIII with impression? Anne s Bringing-Up Is Begun? CHAPTER IX with impression? Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified? CHAPTER X with impression? Anne s Apology? CHAPTER XI with impression? Anne s Impressions of Sunday School? CHAPTER XII with impression? A Solemn Vow and Promise? CHAPTER XIII with impression? The Delights of Anticipation? CHAPTER XIV with impression? Anne s Confession? CHAPTER XV with impression? A Tempest in the School Teapot? CHAPTER XVI with impression? Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results? CHAPTER XVII with impression? A New Interest in Life? CHAPTER XVIII with impression? Anne to the Rescue? CHAPTER XIX with impression? A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession? CHAPTER XX with impression? A Good Imagination Gone Wrong? CHAPTER XXI with impression? A New Departure in Flavorings? CHAPTER XXII with impression? Anne is Invited Out to Tea? CHAPTER XXIII with impression? Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor? CHAPTER XXIV with impression? Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert? CHAPTER XXV with impression? Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves? CHAPTER XXVI with impression The Story Club Is Formed CHAPTER XXVII with impression Vanity and Vexation of Spirit CHAPTER XXVIII with impression An Unfortunate Lily Maid CHAPTER XXIX with impression An Epoch in Anne s Life CHAPTER XXX with impression The Queens Class Is Organized CHAPTER XXXI with impression Where the Brook and River Meet CHAPTER XXXII with impression The Pass List Is Out CHAPTER XXXIII with impression The Hotel Concert CHAPTER XXXIV with impression A Queen s Girl CHAPTER XXXV with impression The Winter at Queen s CHAPTER XXXVI with impression The Glory and the Dream CHAPTER XXXVII with impression The Reaper Whose Name Is Death CHAPTER XXXVIII with impression The Bend in the road anne11.txtのはじめと終わりの文章 これは、Project Gutenbergの文章なので、残しておきます。 はじめの文章 長いので別ページにしました Public DomainということとProject Gutenbergに関することが書いてあります 終わりの文章 End of the Project Gutenberg Edition of Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery おしまい、ということが書いてあるだけです 10 June 2007 8 October 2007 修正（第2章の「つづき」を追加） 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 10 June 2007 last update 2007-10-08 16 53 36 (Mon)
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CHAPTER XXXVI UP CHAPTER XXXVIII CHAPTER XXXVII The Reaper Whose Name Is Death 「The Reaper Whose Name Is Death」松本訳注第37章(1) p. 531参照 第37章 死という命の刈りとり（松本訳） "Matthew--Matthew--what is the matter? Matthew, are you sick?" It was Marilla who spoke, alarm in every jerky word. Anne came through the hall, her hands full of white narcissus,--it was long before Anne could love the sight or odor of white narcissus again,--in time to hear her and to see Matthew standing in the porch doorway, a folded paper in his hand, and his face strangely drawn and gray. Anne dropped her flowers and sprang across the kitchen to him at the same moment as Marilla. 「sprang」 They were both too late; before they could reach him Matthew had fallen across the threshold. "He s fainted," gasped Marilla. "Anne, run for Martin-- quick, quick! He s at the barn." Martin, the hired man, who had just driven home from the post office, started at once for the doctor, calling at Orchard Slope on his way to send Mr. and Mrs. Barry over. Mrs. Lynde, who was there on an errand, came too. They found Anne and Marilla distractedly trying to restore Matthew to consciousness. Mrs. Lynde pushed them gently aside, tried his pulse, and then laid her ear over his heart. She looked at their anxious faces sorrowfully and the tears came into her eyes. "Oh, Marilla," she said gravely. "I don t think--we can do anything for him." "Mrs. Lynde, you don t think--you can t think Matthew is-- is--" Anne could not say the dreadful word; she turned sick and pallid. "Child, 「Child」この話し掛け方は……、特別な意味はないんでしょうね、たぶん yes, I m afraid of it. Look at his face. When you ve seen that look as often as I have you ll know what it means." Anne looked at the still face and there beheld the seal of the Great Presence. 「the seal of the Great Presence」重々しく、かつ、間接的な表現は……、どうなんでしょう。アンの気持ちを表すのに適切？ When the doctor came he said that death had been instantaneous and probably painless, caused in all likelihood by some sudden shock. The secret of the shock was discovered to be in the paper Matthew had held and which Martin had brought from the office that morning. It contained an account of the failure of the Abbey Bank. 「an account of the failure of the Abbey Bank」この account は、記事、の意味ととるべきでしょう。しかし、もちろん、銀行の口座も account なので、モードは掛け言葉のように、記事、口座のどちらの意味もある単語を使ったのに違いありません 「the failure of the Abbey Bank」松本訳注第37章(2) p. 531参照 The news spread quickly through Avonlea, and all day friends and neighbors thronged Green Gables and came and went on errands of kindness for the dead and living. For the first time shy, quiet Matthew Cuthbert was a person of central importance; the white majesty of death had fallen on him and set him apart as one crowned. When the calm night came softly down over Green Gables the old house was hushed and tranquil. In the parlor lay Matthew Cuthbert in his coffin, his long gray hair framing his placid face on which there was a little kindly smile as if he but slept, dreaming pleasant dreams. There were flowers about him--sweet old-fashioned flowers which his mother had planted in the homestead garden in her bridal days 「in her bridal days」グリーンゲイブルズを建てる前から、同じ場所に植えてあったのでしょう。グリーンゲイブルズが建ったときには、マシューもマリラも子供ではなかったのですから。It seems uncanny to think of a child at Green Gables somehow; there s never been one there, for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the new house was built （CHAPTER I with impressionMrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised ） and for which Matthew had always had a secret, wordless love. Anne had gathered them and brought them to him, her anguished, tearless eyes burning in her white face. It was the last thing she could do for him. The Barrys and Mrs. Lynde stayed with them that night. Diana, going to the east gable, where Anne was standing at her window, said gently "Anne dear, would you like to have me sleep with you tonight?" "Thank you, Diana." Anne looked earnestly into her friend s face. "I think you won t misunderstand me when I say I want to be alone. I m not afraid. I haven t been alone one minute since it happened-- and I want to be. I want to be quite silent and quiet and try to realize it. I can t realize it. Half the time it seems to me that Matthew can t be dead; and the other half it seems as if he must have been dead for a long time and I ve had this horrible dull ache ever since." Diana did not quite understand. Marilla s impassioned grief, breaking all the bounds of natural reserve and lifelong habit in its stormy rush, she could comprehend better than Anne s tearless agony. 倒置。ふつうの順にすれば、She could comprehend Marilla s impassioned grief, breaking all the bounds of natural reserve and lifelong habit in its stormy rush, better than Anne s tearless agony. 「Marilla s」は所有格。昼間、弔問客の来ているとき、マリラは大泣きをしていたが、アンは涙を流さなかった。そして、その上、ひとりにしてほしい、と言ったことも含め、ダイアナにはアンがよくは理解できなかった。この文は、そういうことでしょう But she went away kindly, leaving Anne alone to keep her first vigil with sorrow. Anne hoped that the tears would come in solitude. It seemed to her a terrible thing that she could not shed a tear for Matthew, whom she had loved so much and who had been so kind to her, Matthew who had walked with her last evening at sunset and was now lying in the dim room below with that awful peace on his brow. But no tears came at first, even when she knelt by her window in the darkness and prayed, looking up to the stars beyond the hills--no tears, only the same horrible dull ache of misery that kept on aching until she fell asleep, worn out with the day s pain and excitement. In the night she awakened, with the stillness and the darkness about her, and the recollection of the day came over her like a wave of sorrow. She could see Matthew s face smiling at her as he had smiled when they parted at the gate that last evening--she could hear his voice saying, "My girl--my girl that I m proud of." Then the tears came and Anne wept her heart out. Marilla heard her and crept in to comfort her. "There--there--don t cry so, dearie. It can t bring him back. It--it--isn t right to cry so. I knew that today, but I couldn t help it then. He d always been such a good, kind brother to me--but God knows best." "Oh, just let me cry, Marilla," sobbed Anne. "The tears don t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so. I couldn t have Diana stay, she s good and kind and sweet--but it s not her sorrow--she s outside of it and she couldn t come close enough to my heart to help me. It s our sorrow-- yours and mine. 「yours and mine」アンの home はふたりだけになってしまった Oh, Marilla, what will we do without him?" "We ve got each other, Anne. 「We ve got each other」いまひとつ、わかりづらい。have got は、have とほぼ同じだから……。日本語だと、「いる」と思うけれども、英語だと「持つ」という表現の違いか。なるほど。兄（弟）がいます、が、I have a brother になるように。「わたしたちにはお互いがいる」 I don t know what I d do if you weren t here--if you d never come. 仮定法 Oh, Anne, I know I ve been kind of strict and harsh with you maybe-- but you mustn t think I didn t love you as well as Matthew did, for all that. I want to tell you now when I can. It s never been easy for me to say things out of my heart, but at times like this it s easier. I love you as dear as if you were my own flesh and blood and you ve been my joy and comfort ever since you came to Green Gables." Two days afterwards they carried Matthew Cuthbert over his homestead threshold and away from the fields he had tilled and the orchards he had loved and the trees he had planted; and then Avonlea settled back to its usual placidity and even at Green Gables affairs slipped into their old groove and work was done and duties fulfilled with regularity as before, although always with the aching sense of "loss in all familiar things." 「"loss in all familiar things"」松本訳注第37章(3) p. 532参照 Anne, new to grief, thought it almost sad that it could be so--that they COULD go on in the old way without Matthew. She felt something like shame and remorse when she discovered 「that」アンが discover したことは文末までに４つ示されていて、それぞれ that節になっている。こういうのは話し言葉ではあまりないのではないいでしょうか that the sunrises behind the firs and the pale pink buds opening in the garden gave her the old inrush of gladness when she saw them--that Diana s visits were pleasant to her and that Diana s merry words and ways moved her to laughter and smiles--that, in brief, the beautiful world of blossom and love and friendship had lost none of its power to please her fancy and thrill her heart, that life still called to her with many insistent voices. "It seems like disloyalty to Matthew, somehow, to find pleasure in these things now that he has gone," she said wistfully to Mrs. Allan one evening when they were together in the manse garden. "I miss him so much--all the time-- and yet, Mrs. Allan, the world and life seem very beautiful and interesting to me for all. Today Diana said something funny and I found myself laughing. I thought when it happened I could never laugh again. And it somehow seems as if I oughtn t to." "When Matthew was here he liked to hear you laugh and he liked to know that you found pleasure in the pleasant things around you," said Mrs. Allan gently. "He is just away now; 「He is just away now」松本訳注第37章(4) p. 532参照 and he likes to know it just the same. I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I can understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us." "I was down to the graveyard to plant a rosebush on Matthew s grave this afternoon," said Anne dreamily. "I took a slip of the little white Scotch rosebush his mother brought out from Scotland long ago; 「I took a slip of the little white Scotch rosebush」白い小さなスコッチローズから挿し木にする枝を取った。少し上のほうに even at Green Gables affairs slipped into their old groove グリーンゲイブルズでも、いろいろなことは元の習慣に戻った、とあるところにも、slip が使われているのですが、関連させていると思うのは考えすぎでしょうか 「from Scotland」マシューのお母さんはスコットランドからの移民。結婚して、夫婦でプリンスエドワード島に来たんでしょうね、きっと。単身もありえなくはないでしょうけども。または、両親とともにカナダにやってきて、そのときにバラも持ってきていて、結婚後、植えたか Matthew always liked those roses the best--they were so small and sweet on their thorny stems. It made me feel glad that I could plant it by his grave--as if I were doing something that must please him in taking it there to be near him. I hope he has roses like them in heaven. Perhaps the souls of all those little white roses that he has loved so many summers were all there to meet him. I must go home now. Marilla is all alone and she gets lonely at twilight." "She will be lonelier still, I fear, when you go away again to college," said Mrs. Allan. このアラン夫人の言葉は、転換点のひとつに相当 Anne did not reply; she said good night and went slowly back to green Gables. 「slowly」すぐ前では、もうおいとましなくては I must go home now. とアラン夫人にアンは言っているにも拘らず、歩みは遅い。アラン夫人の言葉を受けて、歩みが遅くなったわけですが、このアラン夫人の言葉が転換点であったのかは、すぐ後の文（グリーンゲイブルズの描写やマリラとの会話）からはわからないような構成になっている。しかも、その転換がどうだったのか、つまり、アンがどう考え、どう行動し、そして、周りの人がどんな風に協力、対応したかは、次章で明らかになる。転換点をあまり転換点らしく表現していないのは、たぶん、小説の技法としてはいいことなんでしょう。「Anne did not reply」があるので、転換点を強調してはいますが Marilla was sitting on the front door-steps and Anne sat down beside her. The door was open behind them, held back by a big pink conch shell with hints of sea sunsets in its smooth inner convolutions. Anne gathered some sprays of pale-yellow honeysuckle and put them in her hair. She liked the delicious hint of fragrance, as some aerial benediction, above her every time she moved. "Doctor Spencer was here while you were away," Marilla said. "He says that the specialist will be in town tomorrow and he insists that I must go in and have my eyes examined. I suppose I d better go and have it over. I ll be more than thankful if the man can give me the right kind of glasses to suit my eyes. 「the man」やはり、眼科医は男性であったか You won t mind staying here alone while I m away, will you? Martin will have to drive me in and there s ironing and baking to do." "I shall be all right. Diana will come over for company for me. I shall attend to the ironing and baking beautifully-- you needn t fear that I ll starch the handkerchiefs or flavor the cake with liniment." もちろん、これは、CHAPTER XX with impression? A Good Imagination Gone Wrong と CHAPTER XXI with impression? A New Departure in Flavorings のお話。ちょうど４年前、アン12歳 Marilla laughed. "What a girl you were for making mistakes in them days, Anne. 「in them days」これは、ふつうなら in those days ではないかしら You were always getting into scrapes. I did use to think you were possessed. Do you mind the time you dyed your hair?" もちろん、これは、CHAPTER XXVII with impression Vanity and Vexation of Spiritのお話。３年と少し前、アン13歳 "Yes, indeed. I shall never forget it," smiled Anne, touching the heavy braid of hair that was wound about her shapely head. 「the heavy braid of hair」３年経てば、髪もそれなりに十分伸びたでしょう。でも、小さいころのように編み下げにはしていないようですが。まだあまり長くはないでしょうし "I laugh a little now sometimes when I think what a worry my hair used to be to me--but I don t laugh MUCH, because it was a very real trouble then. I did suffer terribly over my hair and my freckles. My freckles are really gone; and people are nice enough to tell me my hair is auburn now--all but Josie Pye. She informed me yesterday that she really thought it was redder than ever, or at least my black dress made it look redder, 「black dress」松本訳注第37章(5) p. 532参照 and she asked me if people who had red hair ever got used to having it. Marilla, I ve almost decided to give up trying to like Josie Pye. I ve made what I would once have called a heroic effort to like her, but Josie Pye won t BE liked." "Josie is a Pye," said Marilla sharply, "so she can t help being disagreeable. I suppose people of that kind serve some useful purpose in society, but I must say I don t know what it is any more than I know the use of thistles. 「thistle」アザミ：スコットランドの国花。Pye 家も（Cuthbert 家や モンゴメリ家のように）スコットランドからの移民なのかしら Is Josie going to teach?" "No, she is going back to Queen s next year. First class licence が得られるはず So are Moody Spurgeon and Charlie Sloane. Jane and Ruby are going to teach and they have both got schools--Jane at Newbridge and Ruby at some place up west." "Gilbert Blythe is going to teach too, isn t he?" "Yes"--briefly. "What a nice-looking fellow he is," 「a nice-looking fellow」boyではなく、fellowだ！ Puffin Books 版では、a nice-looking young fellow said Marilla absently. 「absently」これは Gilbert の中に John を見ているからでしょう "I saw him in church last Sunday and he seemed so tall and manly. 「so tall and manly」お～、ほめてるほめてる He looks a lot like his father did at the same age. John Blythe was a nice boy. 「a nice boy」ここでは、boy となっている。little girl 同様、boy も英語では難しい We used to be real good friends, he and I. People called him my beau." Anne looked up with swift interest. "Oh, Marilla--and what happened?--why didn t you--" "We had a quarrel. I wouldn t forgive him when he asked me to. I meant to, after awhile--but I was sulky and angry and I wanted to punish him first. He never came back--the Blythes were all mighty independent. 「the Blythes」さっきは、Pye 家の話でしたが、家柄を強調するあたり、少々古い小説と感じてしまう。もちろん古いのですが But I always felt--rather sorry. I ve always kind of wished I d forgiven him when I had the chance." "So you ve had a bit of romance in your life, too," said Anne softly. "Yes, I suppose you might call it that. You wouldn t think so to look at me, would you? But you never can tell about people from their outsides. Everybody has forgot about me and John. I d forgotten myself. But it all came back to me when I saw Gilbert last Sunday." CHAPTER XXXVI UP CHAPTER XXXVIII 12 August 2007 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 12 August 2007 last update 2007-08-12 21 35 11 (Sun)
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CHAPTER XXXVII UP CHAPTER XXXVIII The Bend in the road Marilla went to town the next day and returned in the evening. Anne had gone over to Orchard Slope with Diana and came back to find Marilla in the kitchen, sitting by the table with her head leaning on her hand. Something in her dejected attitude struck a chill to Anne s heart. She had never seen Marilla sit limply inert like that. "Are you very tired, Marilla?" "Yes--no--I don t know," said Marilla wearily, looking up. "I suppose I am tired but I haven t thought about it. It s not that." "Did you see the oculist? What did he say?" asked Anne anxiously. "Yes, I saw him. He examined my eyes. He says that if I give up all reading and sewing entirely and any kind of work that strains the eyes, and if I m careful not to cry, and if I wear the glasses he s given me he thinks my eyes may not get any worse and my headaches will be cured. But if I don t he says I ll certainly be stone-blind in six months. Blind! Anne, just think of it!" For a minute Anne, after her first quick exclamation of dismay, was silent. It seemed to her that she could NOT speak. Then she said bravely, but with a catch in her voice "Marilla, DON T think of it. You know he has given you hope. If you are careful you won t lose your sight altogether; and if his glasses cure your headaches it will be a great thing." "I don t call it much hope," said Marilla bitterly. "What am I to live for if I can t read or sew or do anything like that? I might as well be blind--or dead. And as for crying, I can t help that when I get lonesome. But there, it s no good talking about it. If you ll get me a cup of tea I ll be thankful. I m about done out. Don t say anything about this to any one for a spell yet, anyway. I can t bear that folks should come here to question and sympathize and talk about it." When Marilla had eaten her lunch Anne persuaded her to go to bed. Then Anne went herself to the east gable and sat down by her window in the darkness alone with her tears and her heaviness of heart. How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy with promise. Anne felt as if she had lived years since then, but before she went to bed there was a smile on her lips and peace in her heart. She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend--as duty ever is when we meet it frankly. One afternoon a few days later Marilla came slowly in from the front yard where she had been talking to a caller-- a man whom Anne knew by sight as Sadler from Carmody. Anne wondered what he could have been saying to bring that look to Marilla s face. "What did Mr. Sadler want, Marilla?" Marilla sat down by the window and looked at Anne. There were tears in her eyes in defiance of the oculist s prohibition and her voice broke as she said "He heard that I was going to sell Green Gables and he wants to buy it." "Buy it! Buy Green Gables?" Anne wondered if she had heard aright. "Oh, Marilla, you don t mean to sell Green Gables!" "Anne, I don t know what else is to be done. I ve thought it all over. If my eyes were strong I could stay here and make out to look after things and manage, with a good hired man. But as it is I can t. I may lose my sight altogether; and anyway I ll not be fit to run things. Oh, I never thought I d live to see the day when I d have to sell my home. But things would only go behind worse and worse all the time, till nobody would want to buy it. Every cent of our money went in that bank; and there s some notes Matthew gave last fall to pay. Mrs. Lynde advises me to sell the farm and board somewhere--with her I suppose. It won t bring much--it s small and the buildings are old. But it ll be enough for me to live on I reckon. I m thankful you re provided for with that scholarship, Anne. I m sorry you won t have a home to come to in your vacations, that s all, but I suppose you ll manage somehow." Marilla broke down and wept bitterly. "You mustn t sell Green Gables," said Anne resolutely. "Oh, Anne, I wish I didn t have to. But you can see for yourself. I can t stay here alone. I d go crazy with trouble and loneliness. And my sight would go--I know it would." "You won t have to stay here alone, Marilla. I ll be with you. I m not going to Redmond." "Not going to Redmond!" Marilla lifted her worn face from her hands and looked at Anne. "Why, what do you mean?" "Just what I say. I m not going to take the scholarship. I decided so the night after you came home from town. You surely don t think I could leave you alone in your trouble, Marilla, after all you ve done for me. I ve been thinking and planning. Let me tell you my plans. Mr. Barry wants to rent the farm for next year. So you won t have any bother over that. And I m going to teach. I ve applied for the school here--but I don t expect to get it for I understand the trustees have promised it to Gilbert Blythe. But I can have the Carmody school--Mr. Blair told me so last night at the store. Of course that won t be quite as nice or convenient as if I had the Avonlea school. But I can board home and drive myself over to Carmody and back, in the warm weather at least. And even in winter I can come home Fridays. We ll keep a horse for that. Oh, I have it all planned out, Marilla. And I ll read to you and keep you cheered up. You sha n t be dull or lonesome. And we ll be real cozy and happy here together, you and I." Marilla had listened like a woman in a dream. "Oh, Anne, I could get on real well if you were here, I know. But I can t let you sacrifice yourself so for me. It would be terrible." "Nonsense!" Anne laughed merrily. "There is no sacrifice. Nothing could be worse than giving up Green Gables--nothing could hurt me more. We must keep the dear old place. My mind is quite made up, Marilla. I m NOT going to Redmond; and I AM going to stay here and teach. Don t you worry about me a bit." "But your ambitions--and--" "I m just as ambitious as ever. Only, I ve changed the object of my ambitions. I m going to be a good teacher-- and I m going to save your eyesight. Besides, I mean to study at home here and take a little college course all by myself. Oh, I ve dozens of plans, Marilla. I ve been thinking them out for a week. I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return. When I left Queen s my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don t know what lies around the bend, but I m going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes--what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows--what new landscapes--what new beauties--what curves and hills and valleys further on." "I don t feel as if I ought to let you give it up," said Marilla, referring to the scholarship. "But you can t prevent me. I m sixteen and a half, `obstinate as a mule, as Mrs. Lynde once told me," laughed Anne. "Oh, Marilla, don t you go pitying me. I don t like to be pitied, and there is no need for it. I m heart glad over the very thought of staying at dear Green Gables. Nobody could love it as you and I do--so we must keep it." "You blessed girl!" said Marilla, yielding. "I feel as if you d given me new life. I guess I ought to stick out and make you go to college--but I know I can t, so I ain t going to try. I ll make it up to you though, Anne." When it became noised abroad in Avonlea that Anne Shirley had given up the idea of going to college and intended to stay home and teach there was a good deal of discussion over it. Most of the good folks, not knowing about Marilla s eyes, thought she was foolish. Mrs. Allan did not. She told Anne so in approving words that brought tears of pleasure to the girl s eyes. Neither did good Mrs. Lynde. She came up one evening and found Anne and Marilla sitting at the front door in the warm, scented summer dusk. They liked to sit there when the twilight came down and the white moths flew about in the garden and the odor of mint filled the dewy air. Mrs. Rachel deposited her substantial person upon the stone bench by the door, behind which grew a row of tall pink and yellow hollyhocks, with a long breath of mingled weariness and relief. "I declare I m getting glad to sit down. I ve been on my feet all day, and two hundred pounds is a good bit for two feet to carry round. It s a great blessing not to be fat, Marilla. I hope you appreciate it. Well, Anne, I hear you ve given up your notion of going to college. I was real glad to hear it. You ve got as much education now as a woman can be comfortable with. I don t believe in girls going to college with the men and cramming their heads full of Latin and Greek and all that nonsense." "But I m going to study Latin and Greek just the same, Mrs. Lynde," said Anne laughing. "I m going to take my Arts course right here at Green Gables, and study everything that I would at college." Mrs. Lynde lifted her hands in holy horror. "Anne Shirley, you ll kill yourself." "Not a bit of it. I shall thrive on it. Oh, I m not going to overdo things. As `Josiah Allen s wife, says, I shall be `mejum . But I ll have lots of spare time in the long winter evenings, and I ve no vocation for fancy work. I m going to teach over at Carmody, you know." "I don t know it. I guess you re going to teach right here in Avonlea. The trustees have decided to give you the school." "Mrs. Lynde!" cried Anne, springing to her feet in her surprise. "Why, I thought they had promised it to Gilbert Blythe!" "So they did. But as soon as Gilbert heard that you had applied for it he went to them--they had a business meeting at the school last night, you know--and told them that he withdrew his application, and suggested that they accept yours. He said he was going to teach at White Sands. Of course he knew how much you wanted to stay with Marilla, and I must say I think it was real kind and thoughtful in him, that s what. Real self-sacrificing, too, for he ll have his board to pay at White Sands, and everybody knows he s got to earn his own way through college. So the trustees decided to take you. I was tickled to death when Thomas came home and told me." "I don t feel that I ought to take it," murmured Anne. "I mean--I don t think I ought to let Gilbert make such a sacrifice for--for me." "I guess you can t prevent him now. He s signed papers with the White Sands trustees. So it wouldn t do him any good now if you were to refuse. Of course you ll take the school. You ll get along all right, now that there are no Pyes going. Josie was the last of them, and a good thing she was, that s what. There s been some Pye or other going to Avonlea school for the last twenty years, and I guess their mission in life was to keep school teachers reminded that earth isn t their home. Bless my heart! What does all that winking and blinking at the Barry gable mean?" "Diana is signaling for me to go over," laughed Anne. "You know we keep up the old custom. Excuse me while I run over and see what she wants." Anne ran down the clover slope like a deer, and disappeared in the firry shadows of the Haunted Wood. Mrs. Lynde looked after her indulgently. "There s a good deal of the child about her yet in some ways." "There s a good deal more of the woman about her in others," retorted Marilla, with a momentary return of her old crispness. But crispness was no longer Marilla s distinguishing characteristic. As Mrs. Lynde told her Thomas that night. "Marilla Cuthbert has got MELLOW. That s what." Anne went to the little Avonlea graveyard the next evening to put fresh flowers on Matthew s grave and water the Scotch rosebush. She lingered there until dusk, liking the peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars whose rustle was like low, friendly speech, and its whispering grasses growing at will among the graves. When she finally left it and walked down the long hill that sloped to the Lake of Shining Waters it was past sunset and all Avonlea lay before her in a dreamlike afterlight-- "a haunt of ancient peace." There was a freshness in the air as of a wind that had blown over honey-sweet fields of clover. Home lights twinkled out here and there among the homestead trees. Beyond lay the sea, misty and purple, with its haunting, unceasing murmur. The west was a glory of soft mingled hues, and the pond reflected them all in still softer shadings. The beauty of it all thrilled Anne s heart, and she gratefully opened the gates of her soul to it. "Dear old world," she murmured, "you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you." Halfway down the hill a tall lad came whistling out of a gate before the Blythe homestead. It was Gilbert, and the whistle died on his lips as he recognized Anne. He lifted his cap courteously, but he would have passed on in silence, if Anne had not stopped and held out her hand. "Gilbert," she said, with scarlet cheeks, "I want to thank you for giving up the school for me. It was very good of you--and I want you to know that I appreciate it." Gilbert took the offered hand eagerly. "It wasn t particularly good of me at all, Anne. I was pleased to be able to do you some small service. Are we going to be friends after this? Have you really forgiven me my old fault?" Anne laughed and tried unsuccessfully to withdraw her hand. "I forgave you that day by the pond landing, although I didn t know it. What a stubborn little goose I was. I ve been--I may as well make a complete confession--I ve been sorry ever since." "We are going to be the best of friends," said Gilbert, jubilantly. "We were born to be good friends, Anne. You ve thwarted destiny enough. I know we can help each other in many ways. You are going to keep up your studies, aren t you? So am I. Come, I m going to walk home with you." Marilla looked curiously at Anne when the latter entered the kitchen. "Who was that came up the lane with you, Anne?" "Gilbert Blythe," answered Anne, vexed to find herself blushing. "I met him on Barry s hill." "I didn t think you and Gilbert Blythe were such good friends that you d stand for half an hour at the gate talking to him," said Marilla with a dry smile. "We haven t been--we ve been good enemies. But we have decided that it will be much more sensible to be good friends in the future. Were we really there half an hour? It seemed just a few minutes. But, you see, we have five years lost conversations to catch up with, Marilla." Anne sat long at her window that night companioned by a glad content. The wind purred softly in the cherry boughs, and the mint breaths came up to her. The stars twinkled over the pointed firs in the hollow and Diana s light gleamed through the old gap. Anne s horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen s; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road! "`God s in his heaven, all s right with the world, " whispered Anne softly. 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CHAPTER XXXIII UP CHAPTER XXXV CHAPTER XXXIV A Queen s Girl The next three weeks were busy ones at Green Gables, for Anne was getting ready to go to Queen s, and there was much sewing to be done, and many things to be talked over and arranged. Anne s outfit was ample and pretty, for Matthew saw to that, and Marilla for once made no objections whatever to anything he purchased or suggested. More-- one evening she went up to the east gable with her arms full of a delicate pale green material. "Anne, here s something for a nice light dress for you. I don t suppose you really need it; you ve plenty of pretty waists; but I thought maybe you d like something real dressy to wear if you were asked out anywhere of an evening in town, to a party or anything like that. I hear that Jane and Ruby and Josie have got `evening dresses, as they call them, and I don t mean you shall be behind them. I got Mrs. Allan to help me pick it in town last week, and we ll get Emily Gillis to make it for you. Emily has got taste, and her fits aren t to be equaled." "Oh, Marilla, it s just lovely," said Anne. "Thank you so much. I don t believe you ought to be so kind to me--it s making it harder every day for me to go away." The green dress was made up with as many tucks and frills and shirrings as Emily s taste permitted. Anne put it on one evening for Matthew s and Marilla s benefit, and recited "The Maiden s Vow" for them in the kitchen. As Marilla watched the bright, animated face and graceful motions her thoughts went back to the evening Anne had arrived at Green Gables, and memory recalled a vivid picture of the odd, frightened child in her preposterous yellowish-brown wincey dress, the heartbreak looking out of her tearful eyes. Something in the memory brought tears to Marilla s own eyes. "I declare, my recitation has made you cry, Marilla," said Anne gaily stooping over Marilla s chair to drop a butterfly kiss on that lady s cheek. "Now, I call that a positive triumph." "No, I wasn t crying over your piece," said Marilla, who would have scorned to be betrayed into such weakness by any poetry stuff. "I just couldn t help thinking of the little girl you used to be, Anne. And I was wishing you could have stayed a little girl, even with all your queer ways. You ve grown up now and you re going away; and you look so tall and stylish and so--so--different altogether in that dress--as if you didn t belong in Avonlea at all-- and I just got lonesome thinking it all over." "Marilla!" Anne sat down on Marilla s gingham lap, took Marilla s lined face between her hands, and looked gravely and tenderly into Marilla s eyes. "I m not a bit changed-- not really. I m only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME--back here--is just the same. It won t make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life." Anne laid her fresh young cheek against Marilla s faded one, and reached out a hand to pat Matthew s shoulder. Marilla would have given much just then to have possessed Anne s power of putting her feelings into words; but nature and habit had willed it otherwise, and she could only put her arms close about her girl and hold her tenderly to her heart, wishing that she need never let her go. Matthew, with a suspicious moisture in his eyes, got up and went out-of-doors. Under the stars of the blue summer night he walked agitatedly across the yard to the gate under the poplars. "Well now, I guess she ain t been much spoiled," he muttered, proudly. "I guess my putting in my oar occasional never did much harm after all. She s smart and pretty, and loving, too, which is better than all the rest. She s been a blessing to us, and there never was a luckier mistake than what Mrs. Spencer made--if it WAS luck. I don t believe it was any such thing. It was Providence, because the Almighty saw we needed her, I reckon." The day finally came when Anne must go to town. She and Matthew drove in one fine September morning, after a tearful parting with Diana and an untearful practical one-- on Marilla s side at least--with Marilla. But when Anne had gone Diana dried her tears and went to a beach picnic at White Sands with some of her Carmody cousins, where she contrived to enjoy herself tolerably well; while Marilla plunged fiercely into unnecessary work and kept at it all day long with the bitterest kind of heartache--the ache that burns and gnaws and cannot wash itself away in ready tears. But that night, when Marilla went to bed, acutely and miserably conscious that the little gable room at the end of the hall was untenanted by any vivid young life and unstirred by any soft breathing, she buried her face in her pillow, and wept for her girl in a passion of sobs that appalled her when she grew calm enough to reflect how very wicked it must be to take on so about a sinful fellow creature. Anne and the rest of the Avonlea scholars reached town just in time to hurry off to the Academy. That first day passed pleasantly enough in a whirl of excitement, meeting all the new students, learning to know the professors by sight and being assorted and organized into classes. Anne intended taking up the Second Year work being advised to do so by Miss Stacy; Gilbert Blythe elected to do the same. This meant getting a First Class teacher s license in one year instead of two, if they were successful; but it also meant much more and harder work. Jane, Ruby, Josie, Charlie, and Moody Spurgeon, not being troubled with the stirrings of ambition, were content to take up the Second Class work. Anne was conscious of a pang of loneliness when she found herself in a room with fifty other students, not one of whom she knew, except the tall, brown-haired boy across the room; and knowing him in the fashion she did, did not help her much, as she reflected pessimistically. Yet she was undeniably glad that they were in the same class; the old rivalry could still be carried on, and Anne would hardly have known what to do if it had been lacking. "I wouldn t feel comfortable without it," she thought. "Gilbert looks awfully determined. I suppose he s making up his mind, here and now, to win the medal. What a splendid chin he has! I never noticed it before. I do wish Jane and Ruby had gone in for First Class, too. I suppose I won t feel so much like a cat in a strange garret when I get acquainted, though. I wonder which of the girls here are going to be my friends. It s really an interesting speculation. Of course I promised Diana that no Queen s girl, no matter how much I liked her, should ever be as dear to me as she is; but I ve lots of second-best affections to bestow. I like the look of that girl with the brown eyes and the crimson waist. She looks vivid and red-rosy; there s that pale, fair one gazing out of the window. She has lovely hair, and looks as if she knew a thing or two about dreams. I d like to know them both--know them well--well enough to walk with my arm about their waists, and call them nicknames. But just now I don t know them and they don t know me, and probably don t want to know me particularly. Oh, it s lonesome!" It was lonesomer still when Anne found herself alone in her hall bedroom that night at twilight. She was not to board with the other girls, who all had relatives in town to take pity on them. Miss Josephine Barry would have liked to board her, but Beechwood was so far from the Academy that it was out of the question; so miss Barry hunted up a boarding-house, assuring Matthew and Marilla that it was the very place for Anne. "The lady who keeps it is a reduced gentlewoman," explained Miss Barry. "Her husband was a British officer, and she is very careful what sort of boarders she takes. Anne will not meet with any objectionable persons under her roof. The table is good, and the house is near the Academy, in a quiet neighborhood." All this might be quite true, and indeed, proved to be so, but it did not materially help Anne in the first agony of homesickness that seized upon her. She looked dismally about her narrow little room, with its dull-papered, pictureless walls, its small iron bedstead and empty book- case; and a horrible choke came into her throat as she thought of her own white room at Green Gables, where she would have the pleasant consciousness of a great green still outdoors, of sweet peas growing in the garden, and moonlight falling on the orchard, of the brook below the slope and the spruce boughs tossing in the night wind beyond it, of a vast starry sky, and the light from Diana s window shining out through the gap in the trees. Here there was nothing of this; Anne knew that outside of her window was a hard street, with a network of telephone wires shutting out the sky, the tramp of alien feet, and a thousand lights gleaming on stranger faces. She knew that she was going to cry, and fought against it. "I WON T cry. It s silly--and weak--there s the third tear splashing down by my nose. There are more coming! I must think of something funny to stop them. But there s nothing funny except what is connected with Avonlea, and that only makes things worse--four--five--I m going home next Friday, but that seems a hundred years away. Oh, Matthew is nearly home by now--and Marilla is at the gate, looking down the lane for him--six--seven--eight-- oh, there s no use in counting them! They re coming in a flood presently. I can t cheer up--I don t WANT to cheer up. It s nicer to be miserable!" The flood of tears would have come, no doubt, had not Josie Pye appeared at that moment. In the joy of seeing a familiar face Anne forgot that there had never been much love lost between her and Josie. As a part of Avonlea life even a Pye was welcome. "I m so glad you came up," Anne said sincerely. "You ve been crying," remarked Josie, with aggravating pity. "I suppose you re homesick--some people have so little self-control in that respect. I ve no intention of being homesick, I can tell you. Town s too jolly after that poky old Avonlea. I wonder how I ever existed there so long. You shouldn t cry, Anne; it isn t becoming, for your nose and eyes get red, and then you seem ALL red. I d a perfectly scrumptious time in the Academy today. Our French professor is simply a duck. His moustache would give you kerwollowps of the heart. Have you anything eatable around, Anne? I m literally starving. Ah, I guessed likely Marilla d load you up with cake. That s why I called round. Otherwise I d have gone to the park to hear the band play with Frank Stockley. He boards same place as I do, and he s a sport. He noticed you in class today, and asked me who the red-headed girl was. I told him you were an orphan that the Cuthberts had adopted, and nobody knew very much about what you d been before that." Anne was wondering if, after all, solitude and tears were not more satisfactory than Josie Pye s companionship when Jane and Ruby appeared, each with an inch of Queen s color ribbon--purple and scarlet--pinned proudly to her coat. As Josie was not "speaking" to Jane just then she had to subside into comparative harmlessness. "Well," said Jane with a sigh, "I feel as if I d lived many moons since the morning. I ought to be home studying my Virgil--that horrid old professor gave us twenty lines to start in on tomorrow. But I simply couldn t settle down to study tonight. Anne, methinks I see the traces of tears. If you ve been crying DO own up. It will restore my self-respect, for I was shedding tears freely before Ruby came along. I don t mind being a goose so much if somebody else is goosey, too. Cake? You ll give me a teeny piece, won t you? Thank you. It has the real Avonlea flavor." Ruby, perceiving the Queen s calendar lying on the table, wanted to know if Anne meant to try for the gold medal. Anne blushed and admitted she was thinking of it. "Oh, that reminds me," said Josie, "Queen s is to get one of the Avery scholarships after all. The word came today. Frank Stockley told me--his uncle is one of the board of governors, you know. It will be announced in the Academy tomorrow." An Avery scholarship! Anne felt her heart beat more quickly, and the horizons of her ambition shifted and broadened as if by magic. Before Josie had told the news Anne s highest pinnacle of aspiration had been a teacher s provincial license, First Class, at the end of the year, and perhaps the medal! But now in one moment Anne saw herself winning the Avery scholarship, taking an Arts course at Redmond College, and graduating in a gown and mortar board, before the echo of Josie s words had died away. For the Avery scholarship was in English, and Anne felt that here her foot was on native heath. A wealthy manufacturer of New Brunswick had died and left part of his fortune to endow a large number of scholarships to be distributed among the various high schools and academies of the Maritime Provinces, according to their respective standings. There had been much doubt whether one would be allotted to Queen s, but the matter was settled at last, and at the end of the year the graduate who made the highest mark in English and English Literature would win the scholarship-- two hundred and fifty dollars a year for four years at Redmond College. No wonder that Anne went to bed that night with tingling cheeks! "I ll win that scholarship if hard work can do it," she resolved. "Wouldn t Matthew be proud if I got to be a B.A.? Oh, it s delightful to have ambitions. I m so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them-- that s the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting." CHAPTER XXXIII UP CHAPTER XXXV 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 16 58 (Tue)
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CHAPTER XXXVI UP CHAPTER XXXVIII CHAPTER XXXVII The Reaper Whose Name Is Death "Matthew--Matthew--what is the matter? Matthew, are you sick?" It was Marilla who spoke, alarm in every jerky word. Anne came through the hall, her hands full of white narcissus,--it was long before Anne could love the sight or odor of white narcissus again,--in time to hear her and to see Matthew standing in the porch doorway, a folded paper in his hand, and his face strangely drawn and gray. Anne dropped her flowers and sprang across the kitchen to him at the same moment as Marilla. They were both too late; before they could reach him Matthew had fallen across the threshold. "He s fainted," gasped Marilla. "Anne, run for Martin-- quick, quick! He s at the barn." Martin, the hired man, who had just driven home from the post office, started at once for the doctor, calling at Orchard Slope on his way to send Mr. and Mrs. Barry over. Mrs. Lynde, who was there on an errand, came too. They found Anne and Marilla distractedly trying to restore Matthew to consciousness. Mrs. Lynde pushed them gently aside, tried his pulse, and then laid her ear over his heart. She looked at their anxious faces sorrowfully and the tears came into her eyes. "Oh, Marilla," she said gravely. "I don t think--we can do anything for him." "Mrs. Lynde, you don t think--you can t think Matthew is-- is--" Anne could not say the dreadful word; she turned sick and pallid. "Child, yes, I m afraid of it. Look at his face. When you ve seen that look as often as I have you ll know what it means." Anne looked at the still face and there beheld the seal of the Great Presence. When the doctor came he said that death had been instantaneous and probably painless, caused in all likelihood by some sudden shock. The secret of the shock was discovered to be in the paper Matthew had held and which Martin had brought from the office that morning. It contained an account of the failure of the Abbey Bank. The news spread quickly through Avonlea, and all day friends and neighbors thronged Green Gables and came and went on errands of kindness for the dead and living. For the first time shy, quiet Matthew Cuthbert was a person of central importance; the white majesty of death had fallen on him and set him apart as one crowned. When the calm night came softly down over Green Gables the old house was hushed and tranquil. In the parlor lay Matthew Cuthbert in his coffin, his long gray hair framing his placid face on which there was a little kindly smile as if he but slept, dreaming pleasant dreams. There were flowers about him--sweet old-fashioned flowers which his mother had planted in the homestead garden in her bridal days and for which Matthew had always had a secret, wordless love. Anne had gathered them and brought them to him, her anguished, tearless eyes burning in her white face. It was the last thing she could do for him. The Barrys and Mrs. Lynde stayed with them that night. Diana, going to the east gable, where Anne was standing at her window, said gently "Anne dear, would you like to have me sleep with you tonight?" "Thank you, Diana." Anne looked earnestly into her friend s face. "I think you won t misunderstand me when I say I want to be alone. I m not afraid. I haven t been alone one minute since it happened-- and I want to be. I want to be quite silent and quiet and try to realize it. I can t realize it. Half the time it seems to me that Matthew can t be dead; and the other half it seems as if he must have been dead for a long time and I ve had this horrible dull ache ever since." Diana did not quite understand. Marilla s impassioned grief, breaking all the bounds of natural reserve and lifelong habit in its stormy rush, she could comprehend better than Anne s tearless agony. But she went away kindly, leaving Anne alone to keep her first vigil with sorrow. Anne hoped that the tears would come in solitude. It seemed to her a terrible thing that she could not shed a tear for Matthew, whom she had loved so much and who had been so kind to her, Matthew who had walked with her last evening at sunset and was now lying in the dim room below with that awful peace on his brow. But no tears came at first, even when she knelt by her window in the darkness and prayed, looking up to the stars beyond the hills--no tears, only the same horrible dull ache of misery that kept on aching until she fell asleep, worn out with the day s pain and excitement. In the night she awakened, with the stillness and the darkness about her, and the recollection of the day came over her like a wave of sorrow. She could see Matthew s face smiling at her as he had smiled when they parted at the gate that last evening--she could hear his voice saying, "My girl--my girl that I m proud of." Then the tears came and Anne wept her heart out. Marilla heard her and crept in to comfort her. "There--there--don t cry so, dearie. It can t bring him back. It--it--isn t right to cry so. I knew that today, but I couldn t help it then. He d always been such a good, kind brother to me--but God knows best." "Oh, just let me cry, Marilla," sobbed Anne. "The tears don t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so. I couldn t have Diana stay, she s good and kind and sweet--but it s not her sorrow--she s outside of it and she couldn t come close enough to my heart to help me. It s our sorrow-- yours and mine. Oh, Marilla, what will we do without him?" "We ve got each other, Anne. I don t know what I d do if you weren t here--if you d never come. Oh, Anne, I know I ve been kind of strict and harsh with you maybe-- but you mustn t think I didn t love you as well as Matthew did, for all that. I want to tell you now when I can. It s never been easy for me to say things out of my heart, but at times like this it s easier. I love you as dear as if you were my own flesh and blood and you ve been my joy and comfort ever since you came to Green Gables." Two days afterwards they carried Matthew Cuthbert over his homestead threshold and away from the fields he had tilled and the orchards he had loved and the trees he had planted; and then Avonlea settled back to its usual placidity and even at Green Gables affairs slipped into their old groove and work was done and duties fulfilled with regularity as before, although always with the aching sense of "loss in all familiar things." Anne, new to grief, thought it almost sad that it could be so--that they COULD go on in the old way without Matthew. She felt something like shame and remorse when she discovered that the sunrises behind the firs and the pale pink buds opening in the garden gave her the old inrush of gladness when she saw them--that Diana s visits were pleasant to her and that Diana s merry words and ways moved her to laughter and smiles--that, in brief, the beautiful world of blossom and love and friendship had lost none of its power to please her fancy and thrill her heart, that life still called to her with many insistent voices. "It seems like disloyalty to Matthew, somehow, to find pleasure in these things now that he has gone," she said wistfully to Mrs. Allan one evening when they were together in the manse garden. "I miss him so much--all the time-- and yet, Mrs. Allan, the world and life seem very beautiful and interesting to me for all. Today Diana said something funny and I found myself laughing. I thought when it happened I could never laugh again. And it somehow seems as if I oughtn t to." "When Matthew was here he liked to hear you laugh and he liked to know that you found pleasure in the pleasant things around you," said Mrs. Allan gently. "He is just away now; and he likes to know it just the same. I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I can understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us." "I was down to the graveyard to plant a rosebush on Matthew s grave this afternoon," said Anne dreamily. "I took a slip of the little white Scotch rosebush his mother brought out from Scotland long ago; Matthew always liked those roses the best--they were so small and sweet on their thorny stems. It made me feel glad that I could plant it by his grave--as if I were doing something that must please him in taking it there to be near him. I hope he has roses like them in heaven. Perhaps the souls of all those little white roses that he has loved so many summers were all there to meet him. I must go home now. Marilla is all alone and she gets lonely at twilight." "She will be lonelier still, I fear, when you go away again to college," said Mrs. Allan. Anne did not reply; she said good night and went slowly back to green Gables. Marilla was sitting on the front door-steps and Anne sat down beside her. The door was open behind them, held back by a big pink conch shell with hints of sea sunsets in its smooth inner convolutions. Anne gathered some sprays of pale-yellow honeysuckle and put them in her hair. She liked the delicious hint of fragrance, as some aerial benediction, above her every time she moved. "Doctor Spencer was here while you were away," Marilla said. "He says that the specialist will be in town tomorrow and he insists that I must go in and have my eyes examined. I suppose I d better go and have it over. I ll be more than thankful if the man can give me the right kind of glasses to suit my eyes. You won t mind staying here alone while I m away, will you? Martin will have to drive me in and there s ironing and baking to do." "I shall be all right. Diana will come over for company for me. I shall attend to the ironing and baking beautifully-- you needn t fear that I ll starch the handkerchiefs or flavor the cake with liniment." Marilla laughed. "What a girl you were for making mistakes in them days, Anne. You were always getting into scrapes. I did use to think you were possessed. Do you mind the time you dyed your hair?" "Yes, indeed. I shall never forget it," smiled Anne, touching the heavy braid of hair that was wound about her shapely head. "I laugh a little now sometimes when I think what a worry my hair used to be to me--but I don t laugh MUCH, because it was a very real trouble then. I did suffer terribly over my hair and my freckles. My freckles are really gone; and people are nice enough to tell me my hair is auburn now--all but Josie Pye. She informed me yesterday that she really thought it was redder than ever, or at least my black dress made it look redder, and she asked me if people who had red hair ever got used to having it. Marilla, I ve almost decided to give up trying to like Josie Pye. I ve made what I would once have called a heroic effort to like her, but Josie Pye won t BE liked." "Josie is a Pye," said Marilla sharply, "so she can t help being disagreeable. I suppose people of that kind serve some useful purpose in society, but I must say I don t know what it is any more than I know the use of thistles. Is Josie going to teach?" "No, she is going back to Queen s next year. So are Moody Spurgeon and Charlie Sloane. Jane and Ruby are going to teach and they have both got schools--Jane at Newbridge and Ruby at some place up west." "Gilbert Blythe is going to teach too, isn t he?" "Yes"--briefly. "What a nice-looking fellow he is," said Marilla absently. "I saw him in church last Sunday and he seemed so tall and manly. He looks a lot like his father did at the same age. John Blythe was a nice boy. We used to be real good friends, he and I. People called him my beau." Anne looked up with swift interest. "Oh, Marilla--and what happened?--why didn t you--" "We had a quarrel. I wouldn t forgive him when he asked me to. I meant to, after awhile--but I was sulky and angry and I wanted to punish him first. He never came back--the Blythes were all mighty independent. But I always felt--rather sorry. I ve always kind of wished I d forgiven him when I had the chance." "So you ve had a bit of romance in your life, too," said Anne softly. "Yes, I suppose you might call it that. You wouldn t think so to look at me, would you? But you never can tell about people from their outsides. Everybody has forgot about me and John. I d forgotten myself. But it all came back to me when I saw Gilbert last Sunday." CHAPTER XXXVI UP CHAPTER XXXVIII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-08-12 01 36 36 (Sun)
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CHAPTER III UP CHAPTER V CHAPTER IV Morning at Green Gables It was broad daylight when Anne awoke and sat up in bed, staring confusedly at the window through which a flood of cheery sunshine was pouring and outside of which something white and feathery waved across glimpses of blue sky. For a moment she could not remember where she was. First came a delightful thrill, as something very pleasant; then a horrible remembrance. This was Green Gables and they didn t want her because she wasn t a boy! But it was morning and, yes, it was a cherry-tree in full bloom outside of her window. With a bound she was out of bed and across the floor. She pushed up the sash--it went up stiffly and creakily, as if it hadn t been opened for a long time, which was the case; and it stuck so tight that nothing was needed to hold it up. Anne dropped on her knees and gazed out into the June morning, her eyes glistening with delight. Oh, wasn t it beautiful? Wasn t it a lovely place? Suppose she wasn t really going to stay here! She would imagine she was. There was scope for imagination here. A huge cherry-tree grew outside, so close that its boughs tapped against the house, and it was so thick-set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen. On both sides of the house was a big orchard, one of apple-trees and one of cherry-trees, also showered over with blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were lilac-trees purple with flowers, and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind. Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally. Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible. Off to the left were the big barns and beyond them, away down over green, low-sloping fields, was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea. Anne s beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in. She had looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as lovely as anything she had ever dreamed. She knelt there, lost to everything but the loveliness around her, until she was startled by a hand on her shoulder. Marilla had come in unheard by the small dreamer. "It s time you were dressed," she said curtly. Marilla really did not know how to talk to the child, and her uncomfortable ignorance made her crisp and curt when she did not mean to be. Anne stood up and drew a long breath. "Oh, isn t it wonderful?" she said, waving her hand comprehensively at the good world outside. "It s a big tree," said Marilla, "and it blooms great, but the fruit don t amount to much never--small and wormy." "Oh, I don t mean just the tree; of course it s lovely--yes, it s RADIANTLY lovely--it blooms as if it meant it--but I meant everything, the garden and the orchard and the brook and the woods, the whole big dear world. Don t you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this? And I can hear the brook laughing all the way up here. Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are? They re always laughing. Even in winter-time I ve heard them under the ice. I m so glad there s a brook near Green Gables. Perhaps you think it doesn t make any difference to me when you re not going to keep me, but it does. I shall always like to remember that there is a brook at Green Gables even if I never see it again. If there wasn t a brook I d be HAUNTED by the uncomfortable feeling that there ought to be one. I m not in the depths of despair this morning. I never can be in the morning. Isn t it a splendid thing that there are mornings? But I feel very sad. I ve just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts." "You d better get dressed and come down-stairs and never mind your imaginings," said Marilla as soon as she could get a word in edgewise. "Breakfast is waiting. Wash your face and comb your hair. Leave the window up and turn your bedclothes back over the foot of the bed. Be as smart as you can." Anne could evidently be smart to some purpose for she was down-stairs in ten minutes time, with her clothes neatly on, her hair brushed and braided, her face washed, and a comfortable consciousness pervading her soul that she had fulfilled all Marilla s requirements. As a matter of fact, however, she had forgotten to turn back the bedclothes. "I m pretty hungry this morning," she announced as she slipped into the chair Marilla placed for her. "The world doesn t seem such a howling wilderness as it did last night. I m so glad it s a sunshiny morning. But I like rainy mornings real well, too. All sorts of mornings are interesting, don t you think? You don t know what s going to happen through the day, and there s so much scope for imagination. But I m glad it s not rainy today because it s easier to be cheerful and bear up under affliction on a sunshiny day. I feel that I have a good deal to bear up under. It s all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it s not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?" "For pity s sake hold your tongue," said Marilla. "You talk entirely too much for a little girl." Thereupon Anne held her tongue so obediently and thoroughly that her continued silence made Marilla rather nervous, as if in the presence of something not exactly natural. Matthew also held his tongue,--but this was natural,--so that the meal was a very silent one. As it progressed Anne became more and more abstracted, eating mechanically, with her big eyes fixed unswervingly and unseeingly on the sky outside the window. This made Marilla more nervous than ever; she had an uncomfortable feeling that while this odd child s body might be there at the table her spirit was far away in some remote airy cloudland, borne aloft on the wings of imagination. Who would want such a child about the place? Yet Matthew wished to keep her, of all unaccountable things! Marilla felt that he wanted it just as much this morning as he had the night before, and that he would go on wanting it. That was Matthew s way--take a whim into his head and cling to it with the most amazing silent persistency--a persistency ten times more potent and effectual in its very silence than if he had talked it out. When the meal was ended Anne came out of her reverie and offered to wash the dishes. "Can you wash dishes right?" asked Marilla distrustfully. "Pretty well. I m better at looking after children, though. I ve had so much experience at that. It s such a pity you haven t any here for me to look after." "I don t feel as if I wanted any more children to look after than I ve got at present. YOU RE problem enough in all conscience. What s to be done with you I don t know. Matthew is a most ridiculous man." "I think he s lovely," said Anne reproachfully. "He is so very sympathetic. He didn t mind how much I talked--he seemed to like it. I felt that he was a kindred spirit as soon as ever I saw him." "You re both queer enough, if that s what you mean by kindred spirits," said Marilla with a sniff. "Yes, you may wash the dishes. Take plenty of hot water, and be sure you dry them well. I ve got enough to attend to this morning for I ll have to drive over to White Sands in the afternoon and see Mrs. Spencer. You ll come with me and we ll settle what s to be done with you. After you ve finished the dishes go up-stairs and make your bed." Anne washed the dishes deftly enough, as Marilla who kept a sharp eye on the process, discerned. Later on she made her bed less successfully, for she had never learned the art of wrestling with a feather tick. But is was done somehow and smoothed down; and then Marilla, to get rid of her, told her she might go out-of-doors and amuse herself until dinner time. Anne flew to the door, face alight, eyes glowing. On the very threshold she stopped short, wheeled about, came back and sat down by the table, light and glow as effectually blotted out as if some one had clapped an extinguisher on her. "What s the matter now?" demanded Marilla. "I don t dare go out," said Anne, in the tone of a martyr relinquishing all earthly joys. "If I can t stay here there is no use in my loving Green Gables. And if I go out there and get acquainted with all those trees and flowers and the orchard and the brook I ll not be able to help loving it. It s hard enough now, so I won t make it any harder. I want to go out so much--everything seems to be calling to me, `Anne, Anne, come out to us. Anne, Anne, we want a playmate --but it s better not. There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it s so hard to keep from loving things, isn t it? That was why I was so glad when I thought I was going to live here. I thought I d have so many things to love and nothing to hinder me. But that brief dream is over. I am resigned to my fate now, so I don t think I ll go out for fear I ll get unresigned again. What is the name of that geranium on the window-sill, please?" "That s the apple-scented geranium." "Oh, I don t mean that sort of a name. I mean just a name you gave it yourself. Didn t you give it a name? May I give it one then? May I call it--let me see--Bonny would do--may I call it Bonny while I m here? Oh, do let me!" "Goodness, I don t care. But where on earth is the sense of naming a geranium?" "Oh, I like things to have handles even if they are only geraniums. It makes them seem more like people. How do you know but that it hurts a geranium s feelings just to be called a geranium and nothing else? You wouldn t like to be called nothing but a woman all the time. Yes, I shall call it Bonny. I named that cherry-tree outside my bedroom window this morning. I called it Snow Queen because it was so white. Of course, it won t always be in blossom, but one can imagine that it is, can t one?" "I never in all my life say or heard anything to equal her," muttered Marilla, beating a retreat down to the cellar after potatoes. "She is kind of interesting as Matthew says. I can feel already that I m wondering what on earth she ll say next. She ll be casting a spell over me, too. She s cast it over Matthew. That look he gave me when he went out said everything he said or hinted last night over again. I wish he was like other men and would talk things out. A body could answer back then and argue him into reason. But what s to be done with a man who just LOOKS?" Anne had relapsed into reverie, with her chin in her hands and her eyes on the sky, when Marilla returned from her cellar pilgrimage. There Marilla left her until the early dinner was on the table. "I suppose I can have the mare and buggy this afternoon, Matthew?" said Marilla. Matthew nodded and looked wistfully at Anne. Marilla intercepted the look and said grimly "I m going to drive over to White Sands and settle this thing. I ll take Anne with me and Mrs. Spencer will probably make arrangements to send her back to Nova Scotia at once. I ll set your tea out for you and I ll be home in time to milk the cows." Still Matthew said nothing and Marilla had a sense of having wasted words and breath. There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won t talk back--unless it is a woman who won t. Matthew hitched the sorrel into the buggy in due time and Marilla and Anne set off. Matthew opened the yard gate for them and as they drove slowly through, he said, to nobody in particular as it seemed "Little Jerry Buote from the Creek was here this morning, and I told him I guessed I d hire him for the summer." Marilla made no reply, but she hit the unlucky sorrel such a vicious clip with the whip that the fat mare, unused to such treatment, whizzed indignantly down the lane at an alarming pace. 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