panic…stricken child； that felt cut off and lost in a horror of
desolation。
Tilly came forward； her heart wrung。
〃e an' let me undress her then； pet…lamb；〃 she crooned。
〃You s'll have your mother in th' mornin'； don't you fret； my
duckie； never mind； angel。〃
But Anna stood upon the sofa； her back to the wall。
〃I want my mother；〃 she cried； her little face quivering； and
the great tears of childish； utter anguish falling。
〃She's poorly； my lamb； she's poorly to…night； but she'll be
better by mornin'。 Oh； don't cry； don't cry； love； she doesn't
want you to cry； precious little heart； no； she doesn't。〃
Tilly took gently hold of the child's skirts。 Anna snatched
back her dress； and cried； in a little hysteria：
〃No； you're not to undress me……I want my
mother；〃……and her child's face was running with grief and
tears； her body shaken。
〃Oh； but let Tilly undress you。 Let Tilly undress you； who
loves you； don't be wilful to…night。 Mother's poorly； she
doesn't want you to cry。〃
The child sobbed distractedly； she could not hear。
〃I want……my……mother；〃 she wept。
〃When you're undressed； you s'll go up to see your
mother……when you're undressed； pet； when you've let Tilly
undress you； when you're a little jewel in your nightie； love。
Oh； don't you cry； don't you……〃
Brangwen sat stiff in his chair。 He felt his brain going
tighter。 He crossed over the room； aware only of the maddening
sobbing。
〃Don't make a noise；〃 he said。
And a new fear shook the child from the sound of his voice。
She cried mechanically； her eyes looking watchful through her
tears； in terror； alert to what might happen。
〃I want……my……mother；〃 quavered the sobbing； blind
voice。
A shiver of irritation went over the man's limbs。 It was the
utter； persistent unreason； the maddening blindness of the voice
and the crying。
〃You must e and be undressed；〃 he said； in a quiet voice
that was thin with anger。
And he reached his hand and grasped her。 He felt her body
catch in a convulsive sob。 But he too was blind； and intent；
irritated into mechanical action。 He began to unfasten her
little apron。 She would have shrunk from him； but could not。 So
her small body remained in his grasp； while he fumbled at the
little buttons and tapes； unthinking； intent； unaware of
anything but the irritation of her。 Her body was held taut and
resistant； he pushed off the little dress and the petticoats；
revealing the white arms。 She kept stiff； overpowered； violated；
he went on with his task。 And all the while she sobbed；
choking：
〃I want my mother。〃
He was unheedingly silent； his face stiff。 The child was now
incapable of understanding； she had bee a little； mechanical
thing of fixed will。 She wept； her body convulsed； her voice
repeating the same cry。
〃Eh； dear o' me！〃 cried Tilly； being distracted herself。
Brangwen； slow； clumsy； blind； intent； got off all the little
garments； and stood the child naked in its shift upon the
sofa。
〃Where's her nightie？〃 he asked。
Tilly brought it； and he put it on her。 Anna did not move her
limbs to his desire。 He had to push them into place。 She stood；
with fixed； blind will； resistant； a small； convulsed；
unchangeable thing weeping ever and repeating the same phrase。
He lifted one foot after the other； pulled off slippers and
socks。 She was ready。
〃Do you want a drink？〃 he asked。
She did not change。 Unheeding； uncaring； she stood on the
sofa； standing back； alone； her hands shut and half lifted； her
face； all tears； raised and blind。 And through the sobbing and
choking came the broken：
〃I……want……my……mother。〃
〃Do you want a drink？〃 he said again。
There was no answer。 He lifted the stiff； denying body
between his hands。 Its stiff blindness made a flash of rage go
through him。 He would like to break it。
He set the child on his knee； and sat again in his chair
beside the fire； the wet； sobbing； inarticulate noise going on
near his ear； the child sitting stiff； not yielding to him or
anything； not aware。
A new degree of anger came over him。 What did it all matter？
What did it matter if the mother talked Polish and cried in
labour； if this child were stiff with resistance； and crying？
Why take it to heart？ Let the mother cry in labour； let the
child cry in resistance； since they would do so。 Why should he
fight against it； why resist？ Let it be； if it were so。 Let them
be as they were； if they insisted。
And in a daze he sat； offering no fight。 The child cried on；
the minutes ticked away； a sort of torpor was on him。
It was some little time before he came to； and turned to
attend to the child。 He was shocked by her little wet； blinded
face。 A bit dazed； he pushed back the wet hair。 Like a living
statue of grief； her blind face cried on。
〃Nay；〃 he said； 〃not as bad as that。 It's not as bad as that；
Anna； my child。 e； what are you crying for so much？ e；
stop now； it'll make you sick。 I wipe you dry； don't wet your
face any more。 Don't cry any more wet tears； don't； it's better
not to。 Don't cry……it's not so bad as all that。 Hush now；
hush……let it be enough。〃
His voice was queer and distant and calm。 He looked at the
child。 She was beside herself now。 He wanted her to stop； he
wanted it all to stop； to bee natural。
〃e；〃 he said； rising to turn away； 〃we'll go an' supper…up
the beast。〃
He took a big shawl； folded her round； and went out into the
kitchen for a lantern。
〃You're never taking the child out； of a night like this；〃
said Tilly。
〃Ay； it'll quieten her；〃 he answered。
It was raining。 The child was suddenly still； shocked；
finding the rain on its face； the darkness。
〃We'll just give the cows their something…to…eat； afore they
go to bed；〃 Brangwen was saying to her； holding her close and
sure。
There was a trickling of water into the butt； a burst of
rain…drops sputtering on to her shawl； and the light of the
lantern swinging； flashing on a wet pavement and the base of a
wet wall。 Otherwise it was black darkness： one breathed
darkness。
He opened the doors； upper and lower； and they entered into
the high； dry barn； that smelled warm even if it were not warm。
He hung the lantern on the nail and shut the door。 They were in
another world now。 The light shed softly on the timbered barn；
on the whitewashed walls； and the great heap of hay； instruments
cast their shadows largely； a ladder rose to the dark arch of a
loft。 Outside there was the driving rain； inside； the
softly…illuminated stillness and calmness of the barn。
Holding the child on one arm； he set about preparing the food
for the cows； filling a pan with chopped hay and brewer's grains
and a little meal。 The child； all wonder； watched what he did。 A
new being was created in her for the new conditions。 Sometimes；
a little spasm； eddying from the bygone storm of sobbing； shook
her small body。 Her eyes were wide and wondering； pathetic。 She
was silent； quite still。
In a sort of dream； his heart sunk to the bottom； leaving the
surface of him still； quite still； he rose with the panful of
food； carefully balancing the child on one arm； the pan in the
other hand。 The silky fringe of the shawl swayed softly； gra