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"
'
Now
,
if
he
does
not
say
the
right
thing
to
them
we
are
all
done
for
,
'
said
the
Russian
at
my
elbow
.
The
knot
of
men
with
the
stretcher
had
stopped
,
too
,
halfway
to
the
steamer
,
as
if
petrified
.
I
saw
the
man
on
the
stretcher
sit
up
,
lank
and
with
an
uplifted
arm
,
above
the
shoulders
of
the
bearers
.
'
Let
us
hope
that
the
man
who
can
talk
so
well
of
love
in
general
will
find
some
particular
reason
to
spare
us
this
time
,
'
I
said
.
I
resented
bitterly
the
absurd
danger
of
our
situation
,
as
if
to
be
at
the
mercy
of
that
atrocious
phantom
had
been
a
dishonouring
necessity
.
I
could
not
hear
a
sound
,
but
through
my
glasses
I
saw
the
thin
arm
extended
commandingly
,
the
lower
jaw
moving
,
the
eyes
of
that
apparition
shining
darkly
far
in
its
bony
head
that
nodded
with
grotesque
jerks
.
Kurtz
--
Kurtz
--
that
means
short
in
German
--
do
n't
it
?
Well
,
the
name
was
as
true
as
everything
else
in
his
life
--
and
death
.
He
looked
at
least
seven
feet
long
.
His
covering
had
fallen
off
,
and
his
body
emerged
from
it
pitiful
and
appalling
as
from
a
winding-sheet
.
I
could
see
the
cage
of
his
ribs
all
astir
,
the
bones
of
his
arm
waving
.
It
was
as
though
an
animated
image
of
death
carved
out
of
old
ivory
had
been
shaking
its
hand
with
menaces
at
a
motionless
crowd
of
men
made
of
dark
and
glittering
bronze
.
I
saw
him
open
his
mouth
wide
--
it
gave
him
a
weirdly
voracious
aspect
,
as
though
he
had
wanted
to
swallow
all
the
air
,
all
the
earth
,
all
the
men
before
him
.
A
deep
voice
reached
me
faintly
.
He
must
have
been
shouting
.
He
fell
back
suddenly
.
The
stretcher
shook
as
the
bearers
staggered
forward
again
,
and
almost
at
the
same
time
I
noticed
that
the
crowd
of
savages
was
vanishing
without
any
perceptible
movement
of
retreat
,
as
if
the
forest
that
had
ejected
these
beings
so
suddenly
had
drawn
them
in
again
as
the
breath
is
drawn
in
a
long
aspiration
.
"
Some
of
the
pilgrims
behind
the
stretcher
carried
his
arms
--
two
shot-guns
,
a
heavy
rifle
,
and
a
light
revolver-carbine
--
the
thunderbolts
of
that
pitiful
Jupiter
.
The
manager
bent
over
him
murmuring
as
he
walked
beside
his
head
.
They
laid
him
down
in
one
of
the
little
cabins
--
just
a
room
for
a
bed
place
and
a
camp-stool
or
two
,
you
know
.
We
had
brought
his
belated
correspondence
,
and
a
lot
of
torn
envelopes
and
open
letters
littered
his
bed
.
His
hand
roamed
feebly
amongst
these
papers
.
I
was
struck
by
the
fire
of
his
eyes
and
the
composed
languor
of
his
expression
.
It
was
not
so
much
the
exhaustion
of
disease
.
He
did
not
seem
in
pain
.
This
shadow
looked
satiated
and
calm
,
as
though
for
the
moment
it
had
had
its
fill
of
all
the
emotions
.
"
He
rustled
one
of
the
letters
,
and
looking
straight
in
my
face
said
,
'
I
am
glad
.
'
Somebody
had
been
writing
to
him
about
me
.
These
special
recommendations
were
turning
up
again
.
The
volume
of
tone
he
emitted
without
effort
,
almost
without
the
trouble
of
moving
his
lips
,
amazed
me
.
A
voice
!
a
voice
!
It
was
grave
,
profound
,
vibrating
,
while
the
man
did
not
seem
capable
of
a
whisper
.
However
,
he
had
enough
strength
in
him
--
factitious
no
doubt
--
to
very
nearly
make
an
end
of
us
,
as
you
shall
hear
directly
.
"
The
manager
appeared
silently
in
the
doorway
;
I
stepped
out
at
once
and
he
drew
the
curtain
after
me
.
The
Russian
,
eyed
curiously
by
the
pilgrims
,
was
staring
at
the
shore
.
I
followed
the
direction
of
his
glance
.
"
Dark
human
shapes
could
be
made
out
in
the
distance
,
flitting
indistinctly
against
the
gloomy
border
of
the
forest
,
and
near
the
river
two
bronze
figures
,
leaning
on
tall
spears
,
stood
in
the
sunlight
under
fantastic
head-dresses
of
spotted
skins
,
warlike
and
still
in
statuesque
repose
.
And
from
right
to
left
along
the
lighted
shore
moved
a
wild
and
gorgeous
apparition
of
a
woman
.
"
She
walked
with
measured
steps
,
draped
in
striped
and
fringed
cloths
,
treading
the
earth
proudly
,
with
a
slight
jingle
and
flash
of
barbarous
ornaments
.
She
carried
her
head
high
;
her
hair
was
done
in
the
shape
of
a
helmet
;
she
had
brass
leggings
to
the
knee
,
brass
wire
gauntlets
to
the
elbow
,
a
crimson
spot
on
her
tawny
cheek
,
innumerable
necklaces
of
glass
beads
on
her
neck
;
bizarre
things
,
charms
,
gifts
of
witch-men
,
that
hung
about
her
,
glittered
and
trembled
at
every
step
.
She
must
have
had
the
value
of
several
elephant
tusks
upon
her
.
She
was
savage
and
superb
,
wild-eyed
and
magnificent
;
there
was
something
ominous
and
stately
in
her
deliberate
progress
.
And
in
the
hush
that
had
fallen
suddenly
upon
the
whole
sorrowful
land
,
the
immense
wilderness
,
the
colossal
body
of
the
fecund
and
mysterious
life
seemed
to
look
at
her
,
pensive
,
as
though
it
had
been
looking
at
the
image
of
its
own
tenebrous
and
passionate
soul
.
"
She
came
abreast
of
the
steamer
,
stood
still
,
and
faced
us
.
Her
long
shadow
fell
to
the
water
's
edge
.
Her
face
had
a
tragic
and
fierce
aspect
of
wild
sorrow
and
of
dumb
pain
mingled
with
the
fear
of
some
struggling
,
half-shaped
resolve
.
She
stood
looking
at
us
without
a
stir
,
and
like
the
wilderness
itself
,
with
an
air
of
brooding
over
an
inscrutable
purpose
.
A
whole
minute
passed
,
and
then
she
made
a
step
forward
.
There
was
a
low
jingle
,
a
glint
of
yellow
metal
,
a
sway
of
fringed
draperies
,
and
she
stopped
as
if
her
heart
had
failed
her
.
The
young
fellow
by
my
side
growled
.
The
pilgrims
murmured
at
my
back
.
She
looked
at
us
all
as
if
her
life
had
depended
upon
the
unswerving
steadiness
of
her
glance
.
Suddenly
she
opened
her
bared
arms
and
threw
them
up
rigid
above
her
head
,
as
though
in
an
uncontrollable
desire
to
touch
the
sky
,
and
at
the
same
time
the
swift
shadows
darted
out
on
the
earth
,
swept
around
on
the
river
,
gathering
the
steamer
into
a
shadowy
embrace
.
A
formidable
silence
hung
over
the
scene
.
