Shewasgladofthelake.It’ssoft;darkwaterhelpedtosootheandquiethermind.Ittookherawayfromthenoisy,squawkishworldofthecat-walkandletherlieuntroubledatitsside,listeningonlytothegentlelappingofitswaves. Shefeltatpeace.Alone.Unhinderedandfree.Freetodonothingbutwatchandlistenanddream. London,Paris,NewYork-names,onlynames.Namesthathadoncemeantexcitement,thenboredom,thenfrustrationthenslavery.Namesthathadbroughthertotheedgeofabreakdownandleftherdoubtingherownsanity. Buthereeverythingwasatpeace.Thelake,thetrees,thecottage.Hereshecouldstayfortherestofherlife.Hereshewouldbehappytodie. Acrossthesunhurriedadarkeningfilterofcloud.Theripplesonthewater,chasedbyafresheningwind,pushedtheirwayanxiouslyfromthefarsideofthelakeuntiltheyalmostbouncedatherfeet.AndintheEasttherewasthunder. Quicklyshegatheredherthingstogetherandmadeforthecottage.Butalreadytherainfleckedthewaterbehindherandpatteredtheleavesassheracedbeneaththetrees.Soddenandbreathless,sheranforthecottagedoor,and,assheopenedit,thestormburst. Andthereonthehearth,haggardandunwelcome,stoodaman. “Hello!” Iwasanoddwaytogreetacompletestrangerwhohadinvadedherhome,butitwasallshecouldthinkoftosay.Acasualgreetingtosomeonewhoseemedtobeexpectingher,waitingforher.Maybeitwasthewaytheydidthingsdownhere? “Isupposeyouhadtoshelterfromthestormtoo?”sheasked. Themansaidnothing. Sheoughttohavebeenangryatthisrudeintrusiononherprivacy,butangersomehowseemedpointless.Itwasasifthecottagewashis,thehearthwashis,andshehadcomeoutofthestormtoseekrefugeathisdoor.Shewatchedhim,cautiously;waitingforanexplanation.Hesaidnothing.Notaword “Didyougetwet?”sheasked Hestood,huddledbytheopenfire,gazingatthedyingembers. Shewalkedover,brushingagainsthimasshebenttostirthelogsintolife,butstillhedidnotmove.Theflamesburstforth,lightingupthesadnessinhisdarkeyes. “Andkneeledandmadethecheerlessgrateblazeupandallthecottagewarm...” Thewords,spokenbyhiminaquiet,tonelessvoice,tookherbysurprise. “Pardon?”shesaid Butheseemednottohear. Shetriedoncemore.“Iilookasifit’ssetinfortheevening.Wouldyouliketositdownforawhile?” Hiseyesfollowedherasshemovedtotakeoffhercoatandbrushoutherhair. “...andfromherformwithdrewthedrippingcloakandshawl,andlaidhersoiledglovesby,untiedherhatandletthedamphairfall...” Poetry.Hewasquotingpoetry Helookedvaguelylikeapoet;lean,distressed,withacertainbitternessinhiseyesandhopelessnessinhisform.Andhisvoicewasdeepandlanguid,likethemiddleofthelakewherethewaterrandarkest. Yetthosewarenothislines.Thewordswerenotcreatedbyhim.Theyweresomehowfamiliar.Halfremembered.Surelyshehadheardthembefore? Whatdoesshethinkofthelake?
A.Dark. B.Alone. C.Free. D.Soft正确答案D
