第54部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

Sunday　morning。　That　was　plain　enough；　plain　enough　for　Monday

morning　too。　As　she　went　down　the　hill　to　the　station；　going　to

school；　she　took　the　saying　with　her。

〃Sell　all　thou　hast；　and　give　to　the　poor。〃

Did　she　want　to　do　that？　Did　she　want　to　sell　her

pearl…backed　brush　and　mirror；　her　silver　candlestick；　her

pendant；　her　lovely　little　necklace；　and　go　dressed　in　drab　like

the　Wherrys：　the　unlovely　unbed　Wherrys；　who　were　the　〃poor〃

to　her？　She　did　not。

She　walked　this　Monday　morning　on　the　verge　of　misery。　For

she　did　want　to　do　what　was　right。　And　she　didn't　want　to　do

what　the　gospels　said。　She　didn't　want　to　be　poor……really

poor。　The　thought　was　a　horror　to　her：　to　live　like　the　Wherrys；

so　ugly；　to　be　at　the　mercy　of　everybody。

〃Sell　that　thou　hast；　and　give　to　the　poor。〃

One　could　not　do　it　in　real　life。　How　dreary　and　hopeless　it

made　her！

Nor　could　one　turn　the　other　cheek。　Theresa　slapped　Ursula　on

the　face。　Ursula；　in　a　mood　of　Christian　humility；　silently

presented　the　other　side　of　her　face。　Which　Theresa；　in

exasperation　at　the　challenge；　also　hit。　Whereupon　Ursula；　with

boiling　heart；　went　meekly　away。

But　anger；　and　deep；　writhing　shame　tortured　her；　so　she　was

not　easy　till　she　had　again　quarrelled　with　Theresa　and　had

almost　shaken　her　sister's　head　off。

〃That'll　teach　you；〃　s