第89部分(第1/9 頁)

He　touched　his　cap　and　stolidly　set　the　car　in　motion。　He

seemed　to　have　a　league　with　her　to　ignore　Skrebensky。

The　latter　sat　as　if　trapped　within　the　taxi…cab；　his　face

still　working；　whilst　occasionally　he　made　quick　slight

movements　of　the　head；　to　shake　away　his　tears。　He　never　moved

his　hands。　She　could　not　bear　to　look　at　him。　She　sat　with　face

uplifted　and　averted　to　the　window。

At　length；　when　she　had　regained　some　control　over　herself；

she　turned　again　to　him。　He　was　much　quieter。　His　face　was　wet；

and　twitched　occasionally；　his　hands　still　lay　motionless。　But

his　eyes　were　quite　still；　like　a　washed　sky　after　rain；　full　of

a　ost　ghost…like。

A　pain　flamed　in　her　womb；　for　him。

〃I　didn't　think　I　should　hurt　you；〃　she　said；　laying　her　hand

very　lightly；　tentatively；　on　his　arm。　〃The　words　came　without

my　knowing。　They　didn't　mean　anything；　really。〃

He　remained　quite　still；　hearing；　but　washed　all　wan　and

without　feeling。　She　waited；　looking　at　him；　as　if　he　were　some

curious；　not…understandable　creature。

〃You　won't　cry　again；　will　you；　Tony？〃

Some　shame　and　bitterness　against　her　burned　him　in　the

question。　She　noticed　how　his　moustache　was　soddened　wet　with

tears。　Taking　her　handkerchief；　she　wiped　his　face。　The　driver's

heavy；　stolid　back　remained　always　turned　to　them；　as　if

conscious　but　indiff