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original short stories-6-第29章

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We woke up as we were passing along the Rhone。  Soon the continued noise
of crickets came in through the windows; that cry which seems to be the
voice of the warm earth; the song of Provence; and seemed to instill into
our looks; our breasts; and our souls the light and happy feeling of the
south; that odor of the parched earth; of the stony and light soil of the
olive with its gray…green foliage。

When the train stopped again a railway guard ran along the train calling
out 〃Valence〃 in a sonorous voice; with an accent that again gave us a
taste of that Provence which the shrill note of the crickets had already
imparted to us。

Nothing fresh happened till we got to Marseilles; where we alighted for
breakfast; but when we returned to our carriage we found a woman
installed there。

Paul; with a delighted glance at me; gave his short mustache a mechanical
twirl; and passed his fingers through his; hair; which。  had become
slightly out of order with the night's journey。  Then he sat down
opposite the newcomer。

Whenever I happen to see a striking new face; either in travelling or in
society; I always have the strongest inclination to find out what
character; mind; and intellectual capacities are hidden beneath those
features。

She was a young and pretty woman; certainly a native of the south of
France; with splendid eyes; beautiful wavy black hair; which was so thick
and long that it seemed almost too heavy for her head。  She was dressed
with a certain southern bad taste which made her look a little vulgar。
Her regular features had none of the grace and finish of the refined
races; of that slight delicacy which members of the aristocracy inherit
from their birth; and which is the hereditary mark of thinner blood。

Her bracelets were too big to be of gold; she wore earrings with large
white stones that were certainly not diamonds; and she belonged
unmistakably to the People。  One surmised that she would talk too loud;
and shout on every occasion with exaggerated gestures。

When the train started she remained motionless in her place; in the
attitude of a woman who was indignant; without even looking at us。

Paul began to talk to me; evidently with an eye to effect; trying to
attract her attention; as shopkeepers expose their choice wares to catch
the notice of passersby。

She; however; did not appear to be paying the least attention。

〃Toulon!  Ten minutes to wait!  Refreshment room!〃 the porters shouted。

Paul motioned to me to get out; and as soon as we had done so; he said:

〃I wonder who on earth she can be?〃

I began to laugh。  〃I am sure I don't know; and I don't in the least
care。〃

He was quite excited。

〃She is an uncommonly fresh and pretty girl。  What eyes she has; and how
cross she looks。  She must have been dreadfully worried; for she takes no
notice of anything。〃

〃You will have all your trouble for nothing;〃 I growled。

He began to lose his temper。

〃I am not taking any trouble; my dear fellow。  I think her an extremely
pretty woman; that is all。  If one could only speak to her!  But I don't
know how to begin。  Cannot you give me an idea?  Can't you guess who she
is?〃

〃Upon my word; I cannot。  However; I should rather think she is some
strolling actress who is going to rejoin her company after a love
adventure。〃

He seemed quite upset; as if I had said something insulting。

〃What makes you think that?  On the contrary; I think she looks most
respectable。〃

〃Just look at her bracelets;〃 I said; 〃her earrings and her whole dress。
I should not be the least surprised if she were a dancer or a circus
rider; but most likely a dancer。  Her whole style smacks very much of the
theatre。〃

He evidently did not like the idea。

〃She is much too young; I am sure; why; she is hardly twenty。〃

〃Well;〃 I replied; 〃there are many things which one can do before one is
twenty; dancing and elocution are among them。〃

〃Take your seats for Nice; Vintimiglia;〃 the guards and porters called。

We got in; our fellow passenger was eating an orange; and certainly she
did not do it elegantly。  She had spread her pocket…handkerchief on her
knees; and the way in which she tore off the peel and opened her mouth to
put in the pieces; and then spat the pips out of the window; showed that
her training had been decidedly vulgar。

She seemed; also; more put out than ever; and swallowed the fruit with an
exceedingly comic air of rage。

Paul devoured her with his eyes; and tried to attract her attention and
excite her curiosity; but in spite of his talk; and of the manner in
which he brought in well…known names; she did not pay the least attention
to him。

After passing Frejus and St。 Raphael; the train passed through a
veritable garden; a paradise of roses; and groves of oranges and lemons
covered with fruits and flowers at the same time。  That delightful coast
from Marseilles to Genoa is a kingdom of perfumes in a home of flowers。

June is the time to see it in all its beauty; when in every narrow valley
and on every slope; the most exquisite flowers are growing luxuriantly。
And the roses! fields; hedges; groves of roses。  They climb up the walls;
blossom on the roofs; hang from the trees; peep out from among the
bushes; they are white; red; yellow; large and small; single; with a
simple self…colored dress; or full and heavy in brilliant toilettes。

Their breath makes the air heavy and relaxing; and the still more
penetrating odor of the orange blossoms sweetens the atmosphere till it
might almost be called the refinement of odor。

The shore; with its brown rocks; was bathed by the motionless
Mediterranean。  The hot summer sun stretched like a fiery cloth over the
mountains; over the long expanses of sand; and over the motionless;
apparently solid blue sea。  The train went on through the tunnels; along
the slopes; above the water; on straight; wall…like viaducts; and a soft;
vague; saltish smell; a smell of drying seaweed; mingled at times with
the strong; heavy perfume of the flowers。

But Paul neither saw; looked at; nor smelled anything; for our fellow
traveller engrossed all his attention。

When we reached Cannes; as he wished to speak to me he signed to me to
get out; and as soon as I did so; he took me by the arm。

〃Do you know; she is really charming。  Just look at her eyes; and I never
saw anything like her hair。〃

〃Don't excite yourself;〃 I replied; 〃or else address her; if you have any
intentions that way。  She does not look unapproachable; I fancy; although
she appear to be a little bit grumpy。〃

〃Why don't you speak to her?〃 he said。

〃I don't know what to say; for I am always terribly stupid at first; I
can never make advances to a woman in the street。  I follow them; go
round and round them; and quite close to them; but never know what to say
at first。  I only once tried to enter into conversation with a woman in
that way。  As I clearly saw that she was waiting for me to make
overtures; and as I felt bound to say something; I stammered out; 'I hope
you are quite well; madame?'  She laughed in my face; and I made my
escape。〃

I promised Paul to do all I could to bring about a conversation;
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