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第84章

A range of gabled little houses, each with one dim yellow window, on the ground floor, surrounded the dark open space of a grass plot planted with shrubs and railed off from the patchwork of lights and shadows it the wide road, resounding with the dull rumble of traffic.Before the door of one of these tiny houses - one without a light in the little downstairs window - the' cab had come to a standstill.Mrs Verloc's mother got out first, backwards, with a key in her hand.Winnie lingered on the flagstone path to pay the cabman.Stevie, after helping to carry inside a lot of small parcels, came out and stood under the light of a gas-lamp belonging to the Charity.The cabman looked at the pieces of silver, which, appearing very minute in his big, grimy palm, symbolized the insignificant results which reward the ambitious courage and toil of a mankind whose day is short on this earth of evil.

He had been paid decently - four one-shilling pieces - and he contemplated them in perfect stillness, as if they had been the surprising terms of a melancholy problem.The slow transfer of that treasure to an inner pocket demanded much laborious groping in the depths of decayed clothing.His form was squat and without flexibility.Stevie, slender, his shoulders a little up, and his hands thrust deep in the side pockets of his warm overcoat, stood at the edge of the path, pouting.

The cabman, pausing in his deliberate movements, seemed struck by some misty recollection.

`Oh! 'Ere you are, young fellow,' he whispered.`You'll know him again - wont you?'

Stevie was staring at the horse, whose hind quarters appeared unduly elevated by the effect of emancipation.The little stiff tail seemed to have been fitted in for a heartless joke; and at the other end the thin, flat neck, like a plank covered with old horse-hide, drooped to the ground under the weight of an enormous bony head.The ears hung at different angles, negligently; and the macabre figure of that mute dweller on the earth steamed straight up from ribs and backbone in the muggy stillness of the air.

The cabman struck lightly Stevie's breast with the iron hook protruding from a ragged, greasy sleeve.

`Look 'ere young feller.'Owd you like to sit behind this 'oss up to two o'clock in the morning p'raps?'

Stevie looked vacantly into the fierce little eyes with red-edged lids.

`He ain't lame,' pursued the other, whispering with energy.`He ain't got no sore places on 'im.'Ere he is.'Ow would you like--'

His strained, extinct voice invested his utterance with a character of vehement secrecy.Stevie's vacant gaze was changing slowly into dread.

`You may well look! Till three and four o'clock in the morning.Cold and 'ungry.Looking for fares.Drunks.'

His jovial purple cheeks bristled with white hairs; and like Virgil's Silenus, who, his face smeared with the juice of berries, discoursed of Olympian Gods to the innocent shepherds of Sicily, he talked to Stevie of domestic matters and the affairs of men whose sufferings are great and immortality by no means assured.

`I am a night cabby, I am,' he whispered, with a sort of boastful exasperation.

`I've got to take out what they will blooming well give me at the yard.

I've got my missus and four kids at 'ome.

The monstrous nature of that declaration of paternity seemed to strike the world dumb.A silence reigned, during which the flanks of the old horse, the steed of apocalyptic misery, smoked upwards in the light of the charitable gas-lamp.

The cabman grunted, then added in his mysterious whisper: `This ain't an easy world.'

Stevie's face had been twitching for some time and at last his feelings burst out in their usual concise foam.

`Bad! Bad!'

His gaze remained fixed on the ribs of the horse, self-conscious and sombre, as though he were afraid to look about him at the badness of the world.And his slenderness, his rosy lips and pale, clear complexion, gave him the aspect of a delicate boy, notwithstanding the fluffy growth of golden hair on his cheeks.He pouted in a scared way like a child.The cabman, short and broad, eyed him with his fierce little eyes that seemed to smart in a clear and corroding liquid.

`'Ard on 'osses, but dam' sight 'arder on poor chaps like me,' he wheezed just audibly.

`Poor! Poor!' stammered out Stevie, pushing his hands deeper into his pockets with convulsive sympathy.He could say nothing; for the tenderness to all pain and all misery, the desire to make the horse happy and the cabman happy, had reached the point of a bizarre longing to take them to bed with him.And that, he knew, was impossible.For Stevie was not mad.

It was, as it were, a symbolic longing; and at the same time it was very distinct, because springing from experience, the mother of wisdom.Thus when as a child he cowered in a dark corner scared, wretched, sore, and miserable with the black, black misery of the soul, his sister Winnie used to come along and carry him off to bed with her, as into a heaven of consoling peace.Stevie, though apt to forget mere facts, such as his name and address for instance, had a faithful memory of sensations.To be taken into a bed of compassion was the supreme remedy, with the only one disadvantage of being difficult of application on a large scale.And looking at the cabman, Stevie perceived this clearly, because he was reasonable.

The cabman went on with his leisurely preparations as if Stevie had not existed.He made as if to hoist himself on the box, but at the last moment, from some obscure motive, perhaps merely from disgust with carriage exercise, desisted.He approached instead the motionless partner of his labours, and stooping to seize the bridle, lifted up the big, weary head to the height of his shoulder with one effort of his right arm, like a feat of strength.

`Come on,' he whispered, secretly.

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