第4章BOOKTHEFIRST：RECALLEDTOLIFE(4)
第4章bookthefirst：recalledtolife(4)
iii.thenightshadows
awonderfulfacttoreflectupon，thateveryhumancreatureisconstitutedtobethatprofoundsecretandmysterytoeveryother.asolemnconsideration，whenienteragreatcitybynight，thateveryoneofthosedarklyclusteredhousesenclosesitsownsecret；thateveryroomineveryoneofthemenclosesitsownsecret；thateverybreathingheartinthehundredsofthousandsofbreaststhere，is，insomeofitsimaginings，asecrettotheheartnearestit！somethingoftheawfulness，evenofdeathitself，isreferabletothis.nomorecaniturntheleavesofthisdearbookthatiloved，andvainlyhopeintimetoreaditall.nomorecanilookintothedepthsofthisunfathomablewater，wherein，asmomentarylightsglancedintoit，ihavehadglimpsesofburiedtreasureandotherthingssubmerged.itwasappointedthatthebookshouldshutwithaspring，foreverandforever，whenihadreadbutapage.itwasappointedthatthewatershouldbelockedinaneternalfrost，whenthelightwasplayingonitssurface，andistoodinignoranceontheshore.myfriendisdead，myneighbourisdead，mylove，thedarlingofmysoul，isdead；itistheinexorableconsolidationandperpetuationofthesecretthatwasalwaysinthatindividuality，andwhichishallcarryinmindtomylife'send.inanyoftheburial-placesofthiscitythroughwhichipass，isthereasleepermoreinscrutablethanitsbusyinhabitantsare，intheirinnermostpersonality，tome，orthaniamtothem？astothis，hisnaturalandnottobealienatedinheritance，themessengeronhorsebackhadexactlythesamepossessionsastheking，thefirstministerofstate，ortherichestmerchantinlondon.sowiththethreepassengersshutupinthenarrowcompassofonelumberingoldmail-coach；theyweremysteriestooneanother，ascompleteasifeachhadbeeninhisowncoachandsix，orhisowncoachandsixty，withthebreadthofacountybetweenhimandthenext.
themessengerrodebackataneasytrot，stoppingprettyoftenatale-housesbythewaytodrink，butevincingatendencytokeephisowncounsel，andtokeephishatcockedoverhiseyes.hehadeyesthatassortedverywellwiththatdecoration，beingofasurfaceblack，withnodepthinthecolourorform，andmuchtooneartogether—asiftheywereafraidofbeingfoundoutinsomething，singly，iftheykepttoofarapart.theyhadasinisterexpression，underanoldcocked-hatlikeathree-corneredspittoon，andoveragreatmufflerforthechinandthroat，whichdescendednearlytothewearer'sknees.whenhestoppedfordrink，hemovedthismufflerwithhislefthand，onlywhilehepouredhisliquorinwithhisright；assoonasthatwasdone，hemuffledagain.
'no，jerry，no！'saidthemessenger，harpingononethemeasherode.'itwouldn'tdoforyou，jerry.jerry，youhonesttradesman，itwouldn'tsuityourlineofbusiness！recalled—！bustmeifidon'tthinkhe'dbeenadrinking！'
hismessageperplexedhismindtothatdegreethathewasfain，severaltimes，totakeoffhishattoscratchhishead.exceptonthecrown，whichwasedlybald，hehadstiff，blackhair，standingedlyalloverit，andgrowingdownhillalmosttohisbroad，bluntnose.itwassolikesmith'swork，somuchmorelikethetopofastronglyspikedwallthanaheadofhair，thatthebestofplayersatleap-frogmighthavedeclinedhim，asthemostdangerousmanintheworldtogoover.
whilehetrottedbackwiththemessagehewastodelivertothenightwatchmaninhisboxatthedooroftellson'sbank，bytemplebar，whowastodeliverittogreaterauthoritieswithin，theshadowsofthenighttooksuchshapestohimasaroseoutofthemessage，andtooksuchshapestothemareasaroseoutofherprivatetopicsofuneasiness.theyseemedtobenumerous，forsheshiedateveryshadowontheroad.
whattime，themail-coachlumbered，jolted，rattled，andbumpeduponitstediousway，withitsthreefellow-inscrutablesinside.towhom，likewise，theshadowsofthenightrevealedthemselves，intheformstheirdozingeyesandwanderingthoughtsested.
tellson'sbankhadarunuponitinthemail.asthebankpassenger—withanarmdrawnthroughtheleathernstrap，whichdidwhatlayinittokeephimfrompoundingagainstthenextpassenger，anddrivinghimintohiscorner，wheneverthecoachgotaspecialjolt—noddedinhisplace，withhalf-shuteyes，thelittlecoach-windows，andthecoach-lampdimlygleamingthroughthem，andthebulkybundleofoppositepassenger，becamethebank，anddidagreatstrokeofbusiness.therattleoftheharnesswasthechinkofmoney，andmoredraftswerehonouredinfiveminutesthaneventellson's，withallitsforeignandhomeconnexion，everpaidinthricethetime.thenthestrong-roomsunderground，attellson's，withsuchoftheirvaluablestoresandsecretsaswereknowntothepassenger（anditwasnotalittlethatheknewaboutthem），openedbeforehim，andhewentinamongthemwiththegreatkeysandthefeebly-burningcandle，andfoundthemsafe，andstrong，andsound，andstill，justashehadlastseenthem.
but，thoughthebankwasalmostalwayswithhim，andthoughthecoach（inaconfusedway，likethepresenceofpainunderanopiate）wasalwayswithhim，therewasanothercurrentofimpressionthatneverceasedtorun，allthroughthenight.hewasonhiswaytodigsomeoneoutofagrave.