第48章 带家具出租的房间〔3〕
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蜇byone,asthecharactersofacrytograhbecomeexlicit,thelittlesignsleftbythefurnishedroom'srocessionofguestsdeveloedasignificance.Thethreadbaresaceintheruginfrontofthedressertoldthatlovelywomenhadmarchedinthethrong.Tinyfingerrintsonthewallsokeoflittlerisonerstryingtofeeltheirwaytosunandair.Aslatteredstain,rayingliketheshadowofaburstingbomb,witnessedwhereahurledglassorbottlehadslinteredwithitscontentsagainstthewall.Acrosstheierglasshadbeenscrawledwithadiamondinstaggeringlettersthename
"Marie
".Itseemedthatthesuccessionofdwellersinthefurnishedroomhadturnedinfury—erhastemtedbeyondforbearancebyitsgarishcoldness—andwreakeduonittheirassions.Thefurniturewaschiedandbruised;thecouch,distortedbyburstingsrings,seemedahorriblemonsterthathadbeenslainduringthestressofsomegrotesqueconvulsion.Somemoreotentuheavalhadclovenagreatslicefromthemarblemantel.Eachlankinthefloorowneditsarticularcantandshriekasfromasearateandindividualagony.Itseemedincrediblethatallthismaliceandinjuryhadbeenwroughtuontheroombythosewhohadcalleditforatimetheirhome;andyetitmayhavebeenthecheatedhomeinstinctsurvivingblindly,theresentfulrageatfalsehouseholdgodsthathadkindledtheirwrath.Ahutthatisourownwecansweeandadornandcherish.
Theyoungtenantinthechairallowedthesethoughtstofile,soft-shod,throughhismind,whiletheredriftedintotheroomfurnishedsoundsandfurnishedscents.Heheardinoneroomatitteringandincontinent,slacklaughter;inothersthemonologueofascold,therattlingofdice,alullaby,andonecryingdully;abovehimabanjotinkledwithsirit.Doorsbangedsomewhere;theelevatedtrainsroaredintermittently;acatyowledmiserablyuonabackfence.Andhebreathedthebreathofthehouse—adanksavourratherthanasmell—acold,mustyeffluviumasfromundergroundvaultsmingledwiththereekingexhalationsoflinoleumandmildewedandrottenwoodwork.
Then,suddenly,asherestedthere,theroomwasfilledwiththestrong,sweetodourofmignonette.Itcameasuonasinglebuffetofwindwithsuchsurenessandfragranceandemhasisthatitalmostseemedalivingvisitant.Andthemancriedaloud,
"What,dear?
"asifhehadbeencalled,andsranguandfacedabout.Therichodourclungtohimandwraedhimaround.Hereachedouthisarmsforit,allhissensesforthetimeconfusedandcommingled.Howcouldonebeeremtorilycalledbyanodour?Surelyitmusthavebeenasound.But,wasitnotthesoundthathadtouched,thathadcaressedhim?
"Shehasbeeninthisroom,
"hecried,andhesrangtowrestfromitatoken,forheknewhewouldrecognizethesmallestthingthathadbelongedtoherorthatshehadtouched.Thisenveloingscentofmignonette,theodourthatshehadlovedandmadeherown—whencecameit?
Theroomhadbeenbutcarelesslysetinorder.Scattereduontheflimsydresserscarfwerehalfadozenhairins—thosediscreet,indistinguishablefriendsofwomankind,feminineofgender,infiniteofmoodanduncommunicativeoftense.Theseheignored,consciousoftheirtriumhantlackofidentity.Ransackingthedrawersofthedresserhecameuonadiscarded,tiny,raggedhandkerchief.Heressedittohisface.Itwasracyandinsolentwithheliotroe;hehurledittothefloor.Inanotherdrawerhefoundoddbuttons,atheatrerogramme,aawnbroker'scard,twolostmarshmallows,abookonthedivinationofdreams.Inthelastwasawoman'sblacksatinhairbow,whichhaltedhim,oisedbetweeniceandfire.Buttheblacksatinhairbowalsoisfemininity'sdemure,imersonal,commonornament,andtellsnotales.