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第54部分（第3页）

For　all　her　life　was　a　weekday　life；　now；　this　was　the　whole。　So

he　must　gather　her　body　to　his　breast；　that　was　strong　with　a

broad　bone；　and　which　sounded　with　the　beating　of　the　heart；　and

which　was　warm　with　the　life　of　which　she　partook；　the　life　of

the　running　blood。

So　she　craved　for　the　breast　of　the　Son　of　Man；　to　lie　there。

And　she　was　ashamed　in　her　soul；　ashamed。　For　whereas　Christ

spoke　for　the　Vision　to　answer；　she　answered　from　the　weekday

fact。　It　was　a　betrayal；　a　transference　of　meaning；　from　the

vision　world；　to　the　matter…of…fact　world。　So　she　was　ashamed　of

her　religious　ecstasy；　and　dreaded　lest　any　one　should　see

it。

Early　in　the　year；　when　the　lambs　came；　and　shelters　were

built　of　straw；　and　on　her　uncles　farm　the　men　sat　at　night

with　a　lantern　and　a　dog；　then　again　there　swept　over　her　this

passionate　confusion　between　the　vision　world　and　the　weekday

world。　Again　she　felt　Jesus　in　the　countryside。　Ah；　he　would

lift　up　the　lambs　in　his　arms！　Ah；　and　she　was　the　lamb。　Again；

in　the　morning；　going　down　the　lane；　she　heard　the　ewe　call；　and

the　lambs　came　running；　shaking　and　twinkling　with　new…born

bliss。　And　she　saw　them　stooping；　nuzzling；　groping　to　the

udder；　to　find　the　teats；　whilst　the　mother　turned　her　head

gravely　and　sniffed　her　own。　And　they　were　sucking；　vibrating

with　bliss　on　their　little；　long　legs；　their　throats　stretched

up；　their　new　bodies　quivering　to　the　stream　of　blood…warm；

loving　milk。

Oh；　and　the　bliss；　the　bliss！　She　could　scarcely　tear　herself

away　to　go　to　school。　The　little　noses　nuzzling　at　the　udder；

the　little　bodies　so　glad　and　sure；　the　little　black　legs；

crooked；　the　mother　standing　still；　yielding　herself　to　their

quivering　attraction……then　the　mother　walked　calmly

away。

Jesus……the　vision　world……the　everyday

world……all　mixed　inextricably　in　a　confusion　of　pain　and

bliss。　It　was　almost　agony；　the　confusion；　the　inextricability。