the fortunes of oliver horn-第45部分
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on like two tufts of cotton…wool； nose big and strong； square jaw hanging on a hinge that opened and shut with each sentence； the upper part of the face remaining motionless as a mask。 Oliver remembered having once seen a toy ogre with a jaw and face that worked in the same way。 He had caught； too； the bend of his thin legs； the hump of the high shoulders； and saw the brown skin of the neck showing through the close…cut white hair。 Suddenly a feeling of repugnance amounting almost to a shrinking dislike of the man took possession of him it is just such trifles that turn the scales of likes and dislikes for all of us。 〃Could this really be Margaret's father？〃 he said to himself。 Through whose veins； then； had all her charm and loveliness come？ Certainly not from this cold man without grace of speech or polish of manner。
This feeling of repugnance had come with a flash； and in a flash it was gone。 On the top step of the low piazza stood a young girl in white； a rose in her hair； her arm around a silver…haired old lady in gray silk； With a broad white handkerchief crossed over her bosom。
Oliver's hat was off in an instant。
Margaret came down one step to greet him and held out both her hands。 〃Oh； we are so glad to welcome you！〃 Then turning to her companion she said： 〃Mother； this is Mr。 Horn； who has been so good to me all summer。〃
The old ladyshe was very deafcupped one hand behind her ear； and with a gracious smile extended the other to Oliver。
〃I am so pleased you came； sir； and I want to thank you for being so kind to our daughter。 Her brother John could not go with her； and husband and I are most too old to leave home now。〃 The voice was as sweet and。 musical as a child's； not the high…keyed； strained tone of most deaf people。 When they all stood on the porch level Margaret touched Oliver's arm。
〃Speak slowly and distinctly； Ollie；〃 she whispered； 〃then mother can hear you。〃
Oliver smiled in assent； took the old lady's thin fingers； and with a cordiality the more pronounced because of a certain guilty sense he had for his feeling of repugnance to her father； said：
〃Oh； but think what a delight it was for me to be with her。 Every day we painted together； and you can't imagine how much she taught me； you know there is nobody in the Academy class who draws as well as your daughter。〃 A light broke in Margaret's eyes at this； but she let him go on。 〃She has told you； of course； of all the good times we have had while we were at work〃 （Margaret had； but not all of them）。 〃It is I who should thank YOU； not only for letting Miss Margaret stay so long； but for wanting me to come to you here in your beautiful home。 It is my first visit to thisbut you are standing； I beg your pardon；〃 and he looked about for a chair。
There was only one chair on the porchit was under Silas Grant。
〃No； don't disturb yourself； Mr。 Horn； I prefer standing；〃 Mrs。 Grant answered； with a deprecatory gesture as if to detain Oliver。 No one in Brookfield ever intruded on Silas Grant's rights to his chair； not even his wife。
Silas heard； but he did not move； he had performed his duty as host； it was the women…folk's turn now to be pleasant。 What he wanted was to be let alone。 All this was in his face； as he sat hunched up between the arms of the splint rocker。
Despite the old lady's protest； Oliver made a step toward the seated man。 His impulse was to suggest to his host that the lady whom he had honored by making his wife was at the moment standing on her two little feet while the lord of the manor was quietly reposing upon the only chair on the piazza； a fact doubtless forgotten by his Imperial Highness。
Mr。 Grant had read at a glance the workings of the young man's mind； and knew exactly what Oliver wanted； but he did not move。 Something in the bend of Oliver's back as he bowed to his wife had irritated him。 He had rarely met Southerners of Oliver's classnever one so youngand was unfamiliar with their ways。 This one； he thought； had evidently copied the airs of a dancing…master； the wave of Oliver's handit was Richard's in reality； as were all the boy's gesturesand the fine speech he had just made to his wife； proved it。 Instantly the instinctive doubt of the Puritan questioning the sincerity of whatever is gracious or spontaneous； was roused in Silas's mind。 From that moment he became suspicious of the boy's genuineness。
The old lady； however； was still gazing into the boy's face； unconscious of what either her husband or her guest was thinking。
〃I am so glad you like our mountains； Mr。 Horn；〃 she continued。 〃Mr。 Lowell wrote his beautiful lines； 'What is so Rare as a Day in June；' in our village； and Mr。 Longfellow never lets a summer pass without spending a week with us。 And you had a comfortable ride down the mountains； and were the views enjoyable？〃
〃Oh； too beautiful for words！〃 It was Margaret this time； not the scenery； he could not take his eyes from her； as he caught the beauty of her throat against the soft white of her dress； and the exquisite tint of the October rose in contrast with the autumnal browns of her hair。 Never had he dreamed she could be so lovely。 He could not believe for one moment that she was the Margaret he had known； any one of the Margarets； in fact。 Certainly not that one of the Academy school in blue gingham with her drawing…board in her lap； alone； self…poised； and unapproachable； among a group of art…students； or that other one in a rough mountain…skirt； stout… shoes； and a tam…o'…shanter； the gay and fearless companion； the comrade； the co…worker。 This Margaret was a vision in white； with arms bare to the elbow oh； such beautiful arms！ and the grace and poise of a duchessa Margaret to be reverenced as well as loveda woman to bend low to。
During this episode； in which Silas sat studying the various expressions that flitted across Oliver's face； Mr。 Grant shifted uneasily in his chair。 At last his jaws closed with a snap； while the two tufts of cotton…wool； drawn together by a frown； deeper than any which had yet crossed his face； made a straight line of white。 Oliver's enthusiastic outburst and the gesture which accompanied it had removed Silas Grant's last doubt。 His mind was now made up。
The young fellow； however； rattled on； oblivious now of everything about him but the joy of Margaret's presence。
〃The view from the bend of the road was especially fine〃 he burst forth again； his eyes still on hers。 〃You remember； Miss Margaret； your telling me to look out for it？〃 （he couldn't stand another minute of this unless she joined in the talk）。 〃In my own part of the State we have no great mountains nor any lovely brooks full of trout。 And the quantity of deer that are killed every winter about here quite astonishes me。 Why； Mr。 Pollard's son Hank； so he told me； shot fourteen last winter； and there were over one hundred killed around Moose Hillock。 You see； our coast is flat； and many of the farms in my section run down to the water。 We have； it is true； a good deal of game； but nothing like what you have here；〃 and he shrugged his shoulders； and laughed lightly as if in apology for referring to such things in view of all the wealth of the mountains about him。
〃What kind of game have you got？〃 asked Mr。 Grant； twisting his head and looking at Oliver from under the straight line of cotton…wool。
Oliver turned his head toward the speaker。 〃Oh； wild geese； and canvas…back ducks and〃
〃And negroes？〃 There was a harsh note in Silas's voice which sounded like a saw when it clogs in a knot； but Oliver did not notice it。 He was too happy to notice anything but the girl beside him。
〃Oh； yes； plenty of them；〃 and he threw back his head； laughing this time until every tooth flashed white。
〃You hunt them； too； don't you？ With dogs； most of the time； I hear。〃 There was no mistaking the bitterness in his voice now。
The boy's face sobered in an instant。 He felt as if someone had shot at him from behind a tree。
〃Not that I ever saw； sir；〃 he answered； quickly； straightening himself； a peculiar light in his eyes。 〃We love ours。〃
〃Love 'em？ Well； you don't treat 'em as if you loved 'em。〃
Margaret saw the cloud on Oliver's face and made a step toward her father。
〃Mr。 Horn lives in the city； father； and never sees such things。〃
〃Well； if he does he knows all about it。 You own negroes； don't you？〃 The voice was louder； the manner a trifle more insistent。 Oliver could hardly keep his temper。 Only Margaret's anxious face held him in check。
〃No； not now； sirmy father freed all of his。〃 The tones were thin and cold。 Margaret had never heard any such sound before from those laughing lips。
Silas Grant was leaning forward out of his chair。 The iron jaw was doing the talking now。
〃Where are these negroes？〃 he persisted。
〃Two of them are living with us； sir。 They are in my father's house now。〃
〃Rather shiftless kind of help； I guess。 You've got to watch 'em all the time； I hear。 Steal everything they get their hands on； don't they？〃 This was said with a dry； hard laugh that was meant to be conciliatoryas if he expected Oliver to agree with him now that he had had his say。
Oliver turned quickly toward his host's chair。 For a moment he was so stun
