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"
The
old
doctor
felt
my
pulse
,
evidently
thinking
of
something
else
the
while
.
'
Good
,
good
for
there
,
'
he
mumbled
,
and
then
with
a
certain
eagerness
asked
me
whether
I
would
let
him
measure
my
head
.
Rather
surprised
,
I
said
Yes
,
when
he
produced
a
thing
like
calipers
and
got
the
dimensions
back
and
front
and
every
way
,
taking
notes
carefully
.
He
was
an
unshaven
little
man
in
a
threadbare
coat
like
a
gaberdine
,
with
his
feet
in
slippers
,
and
I
thought
him
a
harmless
fool
.
'
I
always
ask
leave
,
in
the
interests
of
science
,
to
measure
the
crania
of
those
going
out
there
,
'
he
said
.
'
And
when
they
come
back
,
too
?
'
I
asked
.
'
Oh
,
I
never
see
them
,
'
he
remarked
;
'
and
,
moreover
,
the
changes
take
place
inside
,
you
know
.
'
He
smiled
,
as
if
at
some
quiet
joke
.
'
So
you
are
going
out
there
.
Famous
.
Interesting
,
too
.
'
He
gave
me
a
searching
glance
,
and
made
another
note
.
'
Ever
any
madness
in
your
family
?
'
he
asked
,
in
a
matter-of-fact
tone
.
I
felt
very
annoyed
.
'
Is
that
question
in
the
interests
of
science
,
too
?
'
'
It
would
be
,
'
he
said
,
without
taking
notice
of
my
irritation
,
'
interesting
for
science
to
watch
the
mental
changes
of
individuals
,
on
the
spot
,
but
...
'
'
Are
you
an
alienist
?
'
I
interrupted
.
'
Every
doctor
should
be
--
a
little
,
'
answered
that
original
,
imperturbably
.
'
I
have
a
little
theory
which
you
messieurs
who
go
out
there
must
help
me
to
prove
.
This
is
my
share
in
the
advantages
my
country
shall
reap
from
the
possession
of
such
a
magnificent
dependency
.
The
mere
wealth
I
leave
to
others
.
Pardon
my
questions
,
but
you
are
the
first
Englishman
coming
under
my
observation
...
'
I
hastened
to
assure
him
I
was
not
in
the
least
typical
.
'
If
I
were
,
'
said
I
,
'
I
would
n't
be
talking
like
this
with
you
.
'
'
What
you
say
is
rather
profound
,
and
probably
erroneous
,
'
he
said
,
with
a
laugh
.
'
Avoid
irritation
more
than
exposure
to
the
sun
.
Adieu
.
How
do
you
English
say
,
eh
?
Good-bye
.
Ah
!
Good-bye
.
Adieu
.
In
the
tropics
one
must
before
everything
keep
calm
.
'
...
He
lifted
a
warning
forefinger
...
'
Du
calme
,
du
calme
.
Adieu
.
'
"
One
thing
more
remained
to
do
--
say
good-bye
to
my
excellent
aunt
.
I
found
her
triumphant
.
I
had
a
cup
of
tea
--
the
last
decent
cup
of
tea
for
many
days
--
and
in
a
room
that
most
soothingly
looked
just
as
you
would
expect
a
lady
's
drawing-room
to
look
,
we
had
a
long
quiet
chat
by
the
fireside
.
In
the
course
of
these
confidences
it
became
quite
plain
to
me
I
had
been
represented
to
the
wife
of
the
high
dignitary
,
and
goodness
knows
to
how
many
more
people
besides
,
as
an
exceptional
and
gifted
creature
--
a
piece
of
good
fortune
for
the
Company
--
a
man
you
do
n't
get
hold
of
every
day
.
Good
heavens
!
and
I
was
going
to
take
charge
of
a
two-penny-half-penny
river-steamboat
with
a
penny
whistle
attached
!
It
appeared
,
however
,
I
was
also
one
of
the
Workers
,
with
a
capital
--
you
know
.
Something
like
an
emissary
of
light
,
something
like
a
lower
sort
of
apostle
.
There
had
been
a
lot
of
such
rot
let
loose
in
print
and
talk
just
about
that
time
,
and
the
excellent
woman
,
living
right
in
the
rush
of
all
that
humbug
,
got
carried
off
her
feet
.
She
talked
about
'
weaning
those
ignorant
millions
from
their
horrid
ways
,
'
till
,
upon
my
word
,
she
made
me
quite
uncomfortable
.
I
ventured
to
hint
that
the
Company
was
run
for
profit
.
"
'
You
forget
,
dear
Charlie
,
that
the
labourer
is
worthy
of
his
hire
,
'
she
said
,
brightly
.
It
's
queer
how
out
of
touch
with
truth
women
are
.
They
live
in
a
world
of
their
own
,
and
there
has
never
been
anything
like
it
,
and
never
can
be
.
It
is
too
beautiful
altogether
,
and
if
they
were
to
set
it
up
it
would
go
to
pieces
before
the
first
sunset
.
Some
confounded
fact
we
men
have
been
living
contentedly
with
ever
since
the
day
of
creation
would
start
up
and
knock
the
whole
thing
over
.
"
After
this
I
got
embraced
,
told
to
wear
flannel
,
be
sure
to
write
often
,
and
so
on
--
and
I
left
.
In
the
street
--
I
do
n't
know
why
--
a
queer
feeling
came
to
me
that
I
was
an
imposter
.
Odd
thing
that
I
,
who
used
to
clear
out
for
any
part
of
the
world
at
twenty-four
hours
'
notice
,
with
less
thought
than
most
men
give
to
the
crossing
of
a
street
,
had
a
moment
--
I
wo
n't
say
of
hesitation
,
but
of
startled
pause
,
before
this
commonplace
affair
.
The
best
way
I
can
explain
it
to
you
is
by
saying
that
,
for
a
second
or
two
,
I
felt
as
though
,
instead
of
going
to
the
centre
of
a
continent
,
I
were
about
to
set
off
for
the
centre
of
the
earth
.
"
I
left
in
a
French
steamer
,
and
she
called
in
every
blamed
port
they
have
out
there
,
for
,
as
far
as
I
could
see
,
the
sole
purpose
of
landing
soldiers
and
custom-house
officers
.
I
watched
the
coast
.
Watching
a
coast
as
it
slips
by
the
ship
is
like
thinking
about
an
enigma
.
There
it
is
before
you
--
smiling
,
frowning
,
inviting
,
grand
,
mean
,
insipid
,
or
savage
,
and
always
mute
with
an
air
of
whispering
,
'
Come
and
find
out
.
'
This
one
was
almost
featureless
,
as
if
still
in
the
making
,
with
an
aspect
of
monotonous
grimness
.
The
edge
of
a
colossal
jungle
,
so
dark-green
as
to
be
almost
black
,
fringed
with
white
surf
,
ran
straight
,
like
a
ruled
line
,
far
,
far
away
along
a
blue
sea
whose
glitter
was
blurred
by
a
creeping
mist
.
The
sun
was
fierce
,
the
land
seemed
to
glisten
and
drip
with
steam
.
Here
and
there
greyish-whitish
specks
showed
up
clustered
inside
the
white
surf
,
with
a
flag
flying
above
them
perhaps
.
Settlements
some
centuries
old
,
and
still
no
bigger
than
pinheads
on
the
untouched
expanse
of
their
background
.
We
pounded
along
,
stopped
,
landed
soldiers
;
went
on
,
landed
custom-house
clerks
to
levy
toll
in
what
looked
like
a
God-forsaken
wilderness
,
with
a
tin
shed
and
a
flag-pole
lost
in
it
;
landed
more
soldiers
--
to
take
care
of
the
custom-house
clerks
,
presumably
.
Some
,
I
heard
,
got
drowned
in
the
surf
;
but
whether
they
did
or
not
,
nobody
seemed
particularly
to
care
.
They
were
just
flung
out
there
,
and
on
we
went
.
Every
day
the
coast
looked
the
same
,
as
though
we
had
not
moved
;
but
we
passed
various
places
--
trading
places
--
with
names
like
Gran
'
Bassam
,
Little
Popo
;
names
that
seemed
to
belong
to
some
sordid
farce
acted
in
front
of
a
sinister
back-cloth
.
The
idleness
of
a
passenger
,
my
isolation
amongst
all
these
men
with
whom
I
had
no
point
of
contact
,
the
oily
and
languid
sea
,
the
uniform
sombreness
of
the
coast
,
seemed
to
keep
me
away
from
the
truth
of
things
,
within
the
toil
of
a
mournful
and
senseless
delusion
.
The
voice
of
the
surf
heard
now
and
then
was
a
positive
pleasure
,
like
the
speech
of
a
brother
.
It
was
something
natural
,
that
had
its
reason
,
that
had
a
meaning
.
Now
and
then
a
boat
from
the
shore
gave
one
a
momentary
contact
with
reality
.
It
was
paddled
by
black
fellows
.
You
could
see
from
afar
the
white
of
their
eyeballs
glistening
.
They
shouted
,
sang
;
their
bodies
streamed
with
perspiration
;
they
had
faces
like
grotesque
masks
--
these
chaps
;
but
they
had
bone
,
muscle
,
a
wild
vitality
,
an
intense
energy
of
movement
,
that
was
as
natural
and
true
as
the
surf
along
their
coast
.
They
wanted
no
excuse
for
being
there
.
They
were
a
great
comfort
to
look
at
.
For
a
time
I
would
feel
I
belonged
still
to
a
world
of
straightforward
facts
;
but
the
feeling
would
not
last
long
.
Something
would
turn
up
to
scare
it
away
.
Once
,
I
remember
,
we
came
upon
a
man-of-war
anchored
off
the
coast
.
There
was
n't
even
a
shed
there
,
and
she
was
shelling
the
bush
.
It
appears
the
French
had
one
of
their
wars
going
on
thereabouts
.
Her
ensign
dropped
limp
like
a
rag
;
the
muzzles
of
the
long
six-inch
guns
stuck
out
all
over
the
low
hull
;
the
greasy
,
slimy
swell
swung
her
up
lazily
and
let
her
down
,
swaying
her
thin
masts
.
In
the
empty
immensity
of
earth
,
sky
,
and
water
,
there
she
was
,
incomprehensible
,
firing
into
a
continent
.
Pop
,
would
go
one
of
the
six-inch
guns
;
a
small
flame
would
dart
and
vanish
,
a
little
white
smoke
would
disappear
,
a
tiny
projectile
would
give
a
feeble
screech
--
and
nothing
happened
.
Nothing
could
happen
.
There
was
a
touch
of
insanity
in
the
proceeding
,
a
sense
of
lugubrious
drollery
in
the
sight
;
and
it
was
not
dissipated
by
somebody
on
board
assuring
me
earnestly
there
was
a
camp
of
natives
--
he
called
them
enemies
!
--
hidden
out
of
sight
somewhere
.
"
We
gave
her
her
letters
(
I
heard
the
men
in
that
lonely
ship
were
dying
of
fever
at
the
rate
of
three
a
day
)
and
went
on
.
We
called
at
some
more
places
with
farcical
names
,
where
the
merry
dance
of
death
and
trade
goes
on
in
a
still
and
earthy
atmosphere
as
of
an
overheated
catacomb
;
all
along
the
formless
coast
bordered
by
dangerous
surf
,
as
if
Nature
herself
had
tried
to
ward
off
intruders
;
in
and
out
of
rivers
,
streams
of
death
in
life
,
whose
banks
were
rotting
into
mud
,
whose
waters
,
thickened
into
slime
,
invaded
the
contorted
mangroves
,
that
seemed
to
writhe
at
us
in
the
extremity
of
an
impotent
despair
.
Nowhere
did
we
stop
long
enough
to
get
a
particularized
impression
,
but
the
general
sense
of
vague
and
oppressive
wonder
grew
upon
me
.
It
was
like
a
weary
pilgrimage
amongst
hints
for
nightmares
.
