the garden party(园会)-第4节
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Keep it up； Rags。〃
And good little Rags ran up and down； pouring in the water that turned
brown like cocoa。
〃Here； shall I show you what I found yesterday？〃 said Pip
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mysteriously； and he stuck his spade into the sand。 〃Promise not to tell。〃
They promised。
〃Say； cross my heart straight dinkum。〃
The little girls said it。
Pip took something out of his pocket； rubbed it a long time on the front
of his jersey； then breathed on it and rubbed it again。
〃Now turn round！〃 he ordered。
They turned round。
〃All look the same way！ Keep still！ Now！〃
And his hand opened； he held up to the light something that flashed；
that winked； that was a most lovely green。
〃It's a nemeral；〃 said Pip solemnly。
〃Is it really； Pip？〃 Even Isabel was impressed。
The lovely green thing seemed to dance in Pip's fingers。 Aunt Beryl
had a nemeral in a ring； but it was a very small one。 This one was as big
as a star and far more beautiful。
Chapter 1。V。
As the morning lengthened whole parties appeared over the sand…hills
and came down on the beach to bathe。 It was understood that at eleven
o'clock the women and children of the summer colony had the sea to
themselves。 First the women undressed； pulled on their bathing dresses
and covered their heads in hideous caps like sponge bags； then the
children were unbuttoned。 The beach was strewn with little heaps of
clothes and shoes； the big summer hats； with stones on them to keep them
from blowing away； looked like immense shells。 It was strange that even
the sea seemed to sound differently when all those leaping； laughing
figures ran into the waves。 Old Mrs。 Fairfield； in a lilac cotton dress and
a black hat tied under the chin； gathered her little brood and got them
ready。 The little Trout boys whipped their shirts over their heads； and
away the five sped； while their grandma sat with one hand in her knitting…
bag ready to draw out the ball of wool when she was satisfied they were
safely in。
The firm compact little girls were not half so brave as the tender；
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delicate…looking little boys。 Pip and Rags； shivering； crouching down；
slapping the water； never hesitated。 But Isabel； who could swim twelve
strokes； and Kezia； who could nearly swim eight； only followed on the
strict understanding they were not to be splashed。 As for Lottie； she
didn't follow at all。 She liked to be left to go in her own way； please。
And that way was to sit down at the edge of the water； her legs straight；
her knees pressed together； and to make vague motions with her arms as if
she expected to be wafted out to sea。 But when a bigger wave than usual；
an old whiskery one； came lolloping along in her direction； she scrambled
to her feet with a face of horror and flew up the beach again。
〃Here； mother； keep those for me； will you？〃
Two rings and a thin gold chain were dropped into Mrs Fairfield's lap。
〃Yes； dear。 But aren't you going to bathe here？〃
〃No…o；〃 Beryl drawled。 She sounded vague。 〃I'm undressing farther
along。 I'm going to bathe with Mrs。 Harry Kember。〃
〃Very well。〃 But Mrs。 Fairfield's lips set。 She disapproved of Mrs
Harry Kember。 Beryl knew it。
Poor old mother； she smiled； as she skimmed over the stones。 Poor
old mother！ Old！ Oh； what joy； what bliss it was to be young。。。
〃You look very pleased；〃 said Mrs。 Harry Kember。 She sat hunched
up on the stones； her arms round her knees； smoking。
〃It's such a lovely day；〃 said Beryl； smiling down at her。
〃Oh my dear！〃 Mrs。 Harry Kember's voice sounded as though she
knew better than that。 But then her voice always sounded as though she
knew something better about you than you did yourself。 She was a long；
strange…looking woman with narrow hands and feet。 Her face； too； was
long and narrow and exhausted…looking； even her fair curled fringe looked
burnt out and withered。 She was the only woman at the Bay who smoked；
and she smoked incessantly； keeping the cigarette between her lips while
she talked； and only taking it out when the ash was so long you could not
understand why it did not fall。 When she was not playing bridgeshe
played bridge every day of her lifeshe spent her time lying in the full
glare of the sun。 She could stand any amount of it； she never had enough。
All the same； it did not seem to warm her。 Parched； withered； cold； she
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lay stretched on the stones like a piece of tossed…up driftwood。 The
women at the Bay thought she was very； very fast。 Her lack of vanity；
her slang； the way she treated men as though she was one of them； and the
fact that she didn't care twopence about her house and called the servant
Gladys 〃Glad…eyes；〃 was disgraceful。 Standing on the veranda steps Mrs。
Kember would call in her indifferent； tired voice； 〃I say； Glad…eyes； you
might heave me a handkerchief if I've got one； will you？〃 And Glad…eyes；
a red bow in her hair instead of a cap； and white shoes； came running with
an impudent smile。 It was an absolute scandal！ True； she had no
children； and her husband。。。Here the voices were always raised； they
became fervent。 How can he have married her？ How can he； how can
he？ It must have been money； of course； but even then！
Mrs。 Kember's husband was at least ten years younger than she was；
and so incredibly handsome that he looked like a mask or a most perfect
illustration in an American novel rather than a man。 Black hair； dark blue
eyes； red lips； a slow sleepy smile； a fine tennis player； a perfect dancer；
and with it all a mystery。 Harry Kember was like a man walking in his
sleep。 Men couldn't stand him； they couldn't get a word out of the chap；
he ignored his wife just as she ignored him。 How did he live？ Of
course there were stories； but such stories！ They simply couldn't be told。
The women he'd been seen with； the places he'd been seen in。。。but nothing
was ever certain； nothing definite。 Some of the women at the Bay
privately thought he'd commit a murder one day。 Yes； even while they
talked to Mrs。 Kember and took in the awful concoction she was wearing；
they saw her； stretched as she lay on the beach； but cold； bloody； and still
with a cigarette stuck in the corner of her mouth。
Mrs。 Kember rose； yawned； unsnapped her belt buckle； and tugged at
the tape of her blouse。 And Beryl stepped out of her skirt and shed her
jersey； and stood up in her short white petticoat； and her camisole with
ribbon bows on the shoulders。
〃Mercy on us；〃 said Mrs。 Harry Kember； 〃what a little beauty you
are！〃
〃Don't！〃 said Beryl softly； but； drawing off one stocking and then the
other； she felt a little beauty。
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〃My dearwhy not？〃 said Mrs。 Harry Kember； stamping on her own
petticoat。 Reallyher underclothes！ A pair of blue cotton knickers and
a linen bodice that reminded one somehow of a pillow…case。。。〃And you
don't wear stays； do you？〃 She touched Beryl's waist； and Beryl sprang
away with a small affected cry。 Then 〃Never！〃 she said firmly。
〃Lucky little creature；〃 sighed Mrs。 Kember； unfastening her own。
Beryl turned her back and began the complicated movements of some
one who is trying to take off her clothes and to pull on her bathing…dress
all at one and the same time。
〃Oh； my deardon't mind me；〃 said Mrs。 Harry Kember。
