第56部分(第1/9 頁)

She　would　have　liked　to　hang　back；　but　she　was　more　ashamed　to

retreat　from　him　than　to　expose　herself　to　the　crowd　or　to　dare

the　swingboat。　His　eyes　laughed；　and　standing　before　her　with

his　sharp；　sudden　figure；　he　set　the　boat　swinging。　She　was　not

afraid；　she　was　thrilled。　His　colour　flushed；　his　eyes　shone

with　a　roused　light；　and　she　looked　up　at　him；　her　face　like　a

flower　in　the　sun；　so　bright　and　attractive。　So　they　rushed

through　the　bright　air；　up　at　the　sky　as　if　flung　from　a

catapult；　then　falling　terribly　back。　She　loved　it。　The　motion

seemed　to　fan　their　blood　to　fire；　they　laughed；　feeling　the

flames。

After　the　swingboats；　they　went　on　the　roundabouts　to　calm

down；　he　twisting　astride　on　his　jerky　wooden　steed　towards　her；

and　always　seeming　at　his　ease；　enjoying　himself。　A　zest　of

antagonism　to　the　convention　made　him　fully　himself。　As　they　sat

on　the　whirling　carousal；　with　the　music　grinding　out；　she　was

aware　of　the　people　on　the　earth　outside；　and　it　seemed　that　he

and　she　were　riding　carelessly　over　the　faces　of　the　crowd；

riding　for　ever　buoyantly；　proudly；　gallantly　over　the　upturned

faces　of　the　crowd；　moving　on　a　high　level；　spurning　the　mon

mass。

When　they　must　descend　and　walk　away；　she　was　unhappy；

feeling　like　a　giant　suddenly　cut　down　to　ordinary　level；　at　the

mercy　of　the　mob。