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第41章 掘墓盗尸人9（第1页）
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CAtlengthanoccasionarosewhichthrewtheaironcemoreintoacloserunion。Mr。Kwasagainshortofsubjects;uilswereeager，anditwasaartofthisteachersretensionstobealwayswellsulied。AtthesametimetherecamethenewsofaburialintherusticgraveyardofGlencorse。Timehaslittlechangedthelaceinquestion。Itstoodthen，asnow，uonacrossroad，outofcallofhumanhabitations，andburiedfathomdeeinthefoliageofsixcedartrees。Thecriesofthesheeuontheneighbouringhills，thestreamletsuoneitherhand，oneloudlysingingamongebbles，theotherdriingfurtivelyfromondtoond，thestirofthewindinmountainousoldfloweringchestnuts，andonceinsevendaysthevoiceofthebellandtheoldtunesoftherecentor，weretheonlysoundsthatdisturbedthesilencearoundtheruralchurch。TheResurrectionMan—touseabynameoftheeriod—wasnottobedeterredbyanyofthesanctitiesofcustomaryiety。Itwasartofhistradetodesiseanddesecratethescrollsandtrumetsofoldtombs，theathswornbythefeetofworshiersandmourners，andtheofferingsandtheinscritionsofbereavedaffection。Torusticneighbourhoods，whereloveismorethancommonlytenacious，andwheresomebondsofbloodorfellowshiunitetheentiresocietyofaarish，thebody-snatcher，farfrombeingreelledbynaturalresect，wasattractedbytheeaseandsafetyofthetask。Tobodiesthathadbeenlaidinearth，injoyfulexectationofafardifferentawakening，therecamethathasty，lam-lit，terror-hauntedresurrectionofthesadeandmattock。Thecoffinwasforced，thecerementstorn，andthemelancholyrelics，cladinsackcloth，afterbeingrattledforhoursonmoonlessbyways，wereatlengthexosedtouttermostindignitiesbeforeaclassofgaingboys。
Somewhatastwovulturesmayswoouonadyinglamb，FettesandMacfarlaneweretobeletlooseuonagraveinthatgreenandquietresting-lace。Thewifeofafarmer，awomanwhohadlivedforsixtyyears，andbeenknownfornothingbutgoodbutterandagodlyconversation，wastoberootedfromhergraveatmidnightandcarried，deadandnaked，tothatfar-awaycitythatshehadalwayshonouredwithherSundaysbest;thelacebesideherfamilywastobeemtytillthecrackofdoom;herinnocentandalmostvenerablememberstobeexosedtothatlastcuriosityoftheanatomist。
Lateoneafternoontheairsetforth，wellwraedincloaksandfurnishedwithaformidablebottle。Itrainedwithoutremission—acold，dense，lashingrain。Nowandagainthereblewauffofwind，butthesesheetsoffallingwaterketitdown。Bottleandall，itwasasadandsilentdriveasfarasPenicuik，wheretheyweretosendtheevening。Theystoedonce，tohidetheirimlementsinathickbushnotfarfromthechurchyard，andonceagainattheFishersTryst，tohaveatoastbeforethekitchenfireandvarytheirnisofwhiskywithaglassofale。Whentheyreachedtheirjourneysendthegigwashoused，thehorsewasfedandcomforted，andthetwoyoungdoctorsinarivateroomsatdowntothebestdinnerandthebestwinethehouseafforded。Thelights，thefire，thebeatingrainuonthewindow，thecold，incongruousworkthatlaybeforethem，addedzesttotheirenjoymentofthemeal。Witheveryglasstheircordialityincreased。SoonMacfarlanehandedalittleileofgoldtohiscomanion。
"Acomliment，
"hesaid。
"Betweenfriendstheselittleaccommodationsoughttoflylikeie-lights。
"
Fettesocketedthemoney，andalaudedthesentimenttotheecho。
"Youareahilosoher，
"hecried。
"IwasanasstillIknewyou。YouandK—betweenyou，bytheLordHarry!butyoullmakeamanofme。
"
"Ofcourseweshall，
"alaudedMacfarlane。
"Aman?Itellyou，itrequiredamantobackmeutheothermorning。Therearesomebig，brawling，forty-year-oldcowardswhowouldhaveturnedsickatthelookofthed-dthing;butnotyou—youketyourhead。Iwatchedyou。
"
"Well，andwhynot?
"Fettesthusvauntedhimself。
"Itwasnoaffairofmine。Therewasnothingtogainontheonesidebutdisturbance，andontheotherIcouldcountonyourgratitude，dontyousee?
"Andheslaedhisockettillthegoldiecesrang。
Macfarlanesomehowfeltacertaintouchofalarmattheseunleasantwords。Hemayhaveregrettedthathehadtaughthisyoungcomanionsosuccessfully，buthehadnotimetointerfere，fortheothernoisilycontinuedinthisboastfulstrain:
"Thegreatthingisnottobeafraid。Now，betweenyouandme，Idontwanttohang—thatsractical;butforallcant，Macfarlane，Iwasbornwithacontemt。Hell，God，Devil，right，wrong，sin，crime，andalltheoldgalleryofcuriosities—theymayfrightenboys，butmenoftheworld，likeyouandme，desisethem。HerestothememoryofGray!
"
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