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He
sat
on
the
veranda
with
a
closed
book
on
his
knee
,
and
,
as
it
were
,
looked
out
upon
his
solitude
,
as
if
the
fact
of
Captain
Whalley
's
blindness
had
opened
his
eyes
to
his
own
.
There
were
many
sorts
of
heartaches
and
troubles
,
and
there
was
no
place
where
they
could
not
find
a
man
out
.
And
he
felt
ashamed
,
as
though
he
had
for
six
years
behaved
like
a
peevish
boy
.
His
thought
followed
the
Sofala
on
her
way
.
On
the
spur
of
the
moment
he
had
acted
impulsively
,
turning
to
the
thing
most
pressing
.
And
what
else
could
he
have
done
?
Later
on
he
should
see
.
It
seemed
necessary
that
he
should
come
out
into
the
world
,
for
a
time
at
least
.
He
had
money
--
something
could
be
arranged
;
he
would
grudge
no
time
,
no
trouble
,
no
loss
of
his
solitude
.
It
weighed
on
him
now
--
and
Captain
Whalley
appeared
to
him
as
he
had
sat
shading
his
eyes
,
as
if
,
being
deceived
in
the
trust
of
his
faith
,
he
were
beyond
all
the
good
and
evil
that
can
be
wrought
by
the
hands
of
men
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
's
thoughts
followed
the
Sofala
down
the
river
,
winding
about
through
the
belt
of
the
coast
forest
,
between
the
buttressed
shafts
of
the
big
trees
,
through
the
mangrove
strip
,
and
over
the
bar
.
The
ship
crossed
it
easily
in
broad
daylight
,
piloted
,
as
it
happened
,
by
Mr.
Sterne
,
who
took
the
watch
from
four
to
six
,
and
then
went
below
to
hug
himself
with
delight
at
the
prospect
of
being
virtually
employed
by
a
rich
man
--
like
Mr.
Van
Wyk
.
He
could
not
see
how
any
hitch
could
occur
now
.
He
did
not
seem
able
to
get
over
the
feeling
of
being
"
fixed
up
at
last
.
"
From
six
to
eight
,
in
the
course
of
duty
,
the
Serang
looked
alone
after
the
ship
.
She
had
a
clear
road
before
her
now
till
about
three
in
the
morning
,
when
she
would
close
with
the
Pangu
group
.
At
eight
Mr.
Sterne
came
out
cheerily
to
take
charge
again
till
midnight
.
At
ten
he
was
still
chirruping
and
humming
to
himself
on
the
bridge
,
and
about
that
time
Mr.
Van
Wyk
's
thought
abandoned
the
Sofala
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
had
fallen
asleep
at
last
.
Massy
,
blocking
the
engine-room
companion
,
jerked
himself
into
his
tweed
jacket
surlily
,
while
the
second
waited
with
a
scowl
.
"
Oh
.
You
came
out
?
You
sot
!
Well
,
what
have
you
got
to
say
for
yourself
?
"
He
had
been
in
charge
of
the
engines
till
then
.
A
somber
fury
darkened
his
mind
:
a
hot
anger
against
the
ship
,
against
the
facts
of
life
,
against
the
men
for
their
cheating
,
against
himself
too
--
because
of
an
inward
tremor
of
his
heart
.
An
incomprehensible
growl
answered
him
.
"
What
?
Ca
n't
you
open
your
mouth
now
?
You
yelp
out
your
infernal
rot
loud
enough
when
you
are
drunk
.
What
do
you
mean
by
abusing
people
in
that
way
?
--
you
old
useless
boozer
,
you
!
"
