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第48章 带家具出租的房间3（第1页）

蜇byone，asthecharactersofacrytograhbecomeexlicit，thelittlesignsleftbythefurnishedroomsrocessionofguestsdeveloedasignificance。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，aawnbrokerscard，twolostmarshmallows，abookonthedivinationofdreams。Inthelastwasawomansblacksatinhairbow，whichhaltedhim，oisedbetweeniceandfire。Buttheblacksatinhairbowalsoisfemininitysdemure，imersonal，commonornament，andtellsnotales。