书城公版WOMEN IN LOVE
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第44章

It was dark, the market-place was hot with kerosene flares, which threw a ruddy light on the grave faces of the purchasing wives, and on the pale abstract faces of the men.The air was full of the sound of criers and of people talking, thick streams of people moved on the pavements towards the solid crowd of the market.The shops were blazing and packed with women, in the streets were men, mostly men, miners of all ages.Money was spent with almost lavish freedom.

The carts that came could not pass through.They had to wait, the driver calling and shouting, till the dense crowd would make way.Everywhere, young fellows from the outlying districts were making conversation with the girls, standing in the road and at the corners.The doors of the public-houses were open and full of light, men passed in and out in a continual stream, everywhere men were calling out to one another, or crossing to meet one another, or standing in little gangs and circles, discussing, endlessly discussing.The sense of talk, buzzing, jarring, half-secret, the endless mining and political wrangling, vibrated in the air like discordant machinery.

And it was their voices which affected Gudrun almost to swooning.They aroused a strange, nostalgic ache of desire, something almost demoniacal, never to be fulfilled.

Like any other common girl of the district, Gudrun strolled up and down, up and down the length of the brilliant two-hundred paces of the pavement nearest the market-place.She knew it was a vulgar thing to do; her father and mother could not bear it; but the nostalgia came over her, she must be among the people.Sometimes she sat among the louts in the cinema: rakish-looking, unattractive louts they were.Yet she must be among them.

And, like any other common lass, she found her `boy.' It was an electrician, one of the electricians introduced according to Gerald's new scheme.He was an earnest, clever man, a scientist with a passion for sociology.He lived alone in a cottage, in lodgings, in Willey Green.He was a gentleman, and sufficiently well-to-do.His landlady spread the reports about him;he would have a large wooden tub in his bedroom, and every time he came in from work, he would have pails and pails of water brought up, to bathe in, then he put on clean shirt and under-clothing every day, and clean silk socks; fastidious and exacting he was in these respects, but in every other way, most ordinary and unassuming.

Gudrun knew all these things.The Brangwen's house was one to which the gossip came naturally and inevitably.Palmer was in the first place a friend of Ursula's.But in his pale, elegant, serious face there showed the same nostalgia that Gudrun felt.He too must walk up and down the street on Friday evening.So he walked with Gudrun, and a friendship was struck up between them.But he was not in love with Gudrun; he really wanted Ursula, but for some strange reason, nothing could happen between her and him.He liked to have Gudrun about, as a fellow-mind -- but that was all.

And she had no real feeling for him.He was a scientist, he had to have a woman to back him.But he was really impersonal, he had the fineness of an elegant piece of machinery.He was too cold, too destructive to care really for women, too great an egoist.He was polarised by the men.Individually he detested and despised them.In the mass they fascinated him, as machinery fascinated him.They were a new sort of machinery to him -- but incalculable, incalculable.

So Gudrun strolled the streets with Palmer, or went to the cinema with him.And his long, pale, rather elegant face flickered as he made his sarcastic remarks.There they were, the two of them: two elegants in one sense: in the other sense, two units, absolutely adhering to the people, teeming with the distorted colliers.The same secret seemed to be working in the souls of all alike, Gudrun, Palmer, the rakish young bloods, the gaunt, middle-aged men.All had a secret sense of power, and of inexpressible destructiveness, and of fatal half-heartedness, a sort of rottenness in the will.

Sometimes Gudrun would start aside, see it all, see how she was sinking in.And then she was filled with a fury of contempt and anger.She felt she was sinking into one mass with the rest -- all so close and intermingled and breathless.It was horrible.She stifled.She prepared for flight, feverishly she flew to her work.But soon she let go.She started off into the country -- the darkish, glamorous country.The spell was beginning to work again.