爱笔趣阁

第11章（第1页）

and then it was, “Take me to her.” Sometimes it was staring and

bewildered, and then it was, “I don’t know her. I don’t

understand.”

After such imaginary discourse, the passenger in his fancy

would dig, and dig, dignow, with a spade, now with a great key,

now with his handsto dig this wretched creature out. Got out at

last, with earth hanging about his face and hair, he would

suddenly fall away to dust. The passenger would then start to

himself, and lower the window, to get the reality of mist and rain

on his cheek.

Yet even when his eyes were opened on the mist and rain, on

the moving patch of light from the lamps, and the hedge at the

roadside retreating by jerks, the night shadows outside the coach

would fall into the train of the night shadows within. The real

Banking-house by Temple Bar, the real business of the past day,

the real strong rooms, the real express sent after him, and the real

message returned, would all be there. Out of the midst of them,