第19部分(第2/9 頁)

After　the　fashion　of　his　family；　he　grew　stout　and　handsome。

His　blue　eyes　were　full　of　light；　twinkling　and　sensitive；　his

manner　was　deliberate；　but　hearty；　warm。　His　capacity　for　living

his　own　life　without　attention　from　his　neighbours　made　them

respect　him。　They　would　run　to　do　anything　for　him。　He　did　not

consider　them；　but　was　open…handed　towards　them；　so　they　made

profit　of　their　willingness。　He　liked　people；　so　long　as　they

remained　in　the　background。

Mrs。　Brangwen　went　on　in　her　own　way；　following　her　own

devices。　She　had　her　husband；　her　two　sons　and　Anna。　These

staked　out　and　marked　her　horizon。　The　other　people　were

outsiders。　Inside　her　own　world；　her　life　passed　along　like　a

dream　for　her；　it　lapsed；　and　she　lived　within　its　lapse；　active

and　always　pleased；　intent。　She　scarcely　noticed　the　outer

things　at　all。　What　was　outside　was　outside；　non…existent。　She

did　not　mind　if　the　boys　fought；　so　long　as　it　was　out　of　her

presence。　But　if　they　fought　when　she　was　by；　she　was　angry；　and

they　were　afraid　of　her。　She　did　not　care　if　they　broke　a　window

of　a　railway　carriage　or　sold　their　watches　to　have　a　revel　at

the　Goose　Fair。　Brangwen　was　perhaps　angry　over　these　things。　To

the　mother　they　were　insignificant。　It　was　odd　little　things

that　offended　her。　She　was　furious　if　the　boys　hung　around　the

slaughter…hous