游客发表

玻璃层析柱报价

发帖时间:2019-12-05 22:54:55

八字夹禄夹马玻璃銆€銆€鈥榊ou fight the good fight,鈥 she said, 鈥榶ou hear? Don鈥檛 you get weary, and don鈥檛 you getscared. Because I know the Lord鈥檚 done laid His hands on you.鈥

层析銆€銆€Now that she had said it, she was angry with herself for not having said it the night before,so that they would have had time to be finished with their weeping and their arguments. She hadnot trusted herself to withstand the night before; but now there was almost no time t. The center of her mind was filled with the image of the great, white clock at the railway station, on which thehands did not cease to move.柱报銆€銆€鈥榊ou going where?鈥 her mother asked sharply. But she knew that her mother hadunderstood, had indeed long before this moment known that this time would come. Theastonishment with which she stared at Florence鈥檚 bag was not altogether astonishment, but astartled, wary attention. A danger imagined had become present and real, and her mother wasalready searching for a way to break Florence鈥檚 will. All this Florence knew in a moment, and itmade her stronger. She watched her mother, waiting.

玻璃銆€銆€But at the tone of his mother鈥檚 voice Gabriel, who had scarcely heard Florence鈥檚announcement, so grateful had he been that something had occurred to distract from him hismother鈥檚 attention, dropped his eyes and saw Florence鈥檚 traveling-bag. And he repeated hismother鈥檚 question in a stunned, angry voice, understanding it only as the words hit the air:层析銆€銆€鈥榊es, girl. Where you think you going?鈥柱报銆€銆€鈥業鈥檓 going, she said, 鈥榯o New York. I got my ticket.鈥

玻璃銆€銆€And her mother watched her. For a moment no one said a word. Then, Gabriel, in achanged and frightened voice, asked:层析銆€銆€鈥楢nd when you done decide that?鈥

柱报銆€銆€She did not look at him, nor answer his question. She continued to watch her mother. 鈥業 gotmy ticket,鈥 she repeated. 鈥業鈥檓 going on the morning train.鈥

玻璃銆€銆€鈥楪irl,鈥 asked her mother, quietly, 鈥榠s you sure you know what you鈥檚 doing?鈥层析銆€銆€Yes, he had sinned: one morning, alone, in the dirty bathroom, in the square, dirt-graycupboard room that was filled with the stink of his father. Sometimes, leaning over the cracked, 鈥榯attle-tale gray鈥 bath-tub, he scrubbed his father鈥檚 back; and looked, as the accursed son of Noahhad looked, on his father鈥檚 hideous nakedness. It was secret, like sin, and slimy, like the serpent,and heavy, like the rod. Then he hated his father, and longed for the power to cut his father down.

柱报銆€銆€Was this why he lay here, thrust out from all human or heavenly help to-night? This, andnot the other, his deadly sin, having looked on his father鈥檚 nakedness and mocked and cursed himin his heart? Ah, that son of Noah鈥檚 had been cursed, down to the present groaning generation: Aservant of servants shall be unto his brethren.玻璃銆€銆€Then the ironic voice, terrified, it seemed, of no depth, no darkness, demanded of John,scornfully, if he believed that he was cursed. All niggers had been cursed, the ironic voicereminded him, all niggers had come from this most undutiful of Noah鈥檚 sons. How could John becursed for having seen in a bath-tub what another man鈥攊f that other man had ever lived鈥攈ad seenten thousand years ago, lying in an open tent? Could a curse come down so many ages? Did it livein time, or in the moment? But John found no answer for this voice, for he was in the moment, andout of time.

层析銆€銆€And his father approached. 鈥業鈥檓 going to beat sin out of him. I鈥檓 going to beat it out.鈥 Allthe darkness rocked and wailed as his father鈥檚 feet came closer; feet whose tread resounded likeGod鈥檚 tread in the garden of Eden, searching the covered Adam and Eve. Then his father stood justabove him, looking down. Then John knew that a curse was renewed from moment to moment,from father to son. Time was indifferent, like snow and ice; but the heart, crazed wanderer in thedriving waste, carried the curse for ever.柱报銆€銆€鈥楯ohn,鈥 said his father, 鈥榗ome with me.鈥

热门排行

友情链接