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His
broad
bosom
heaved
regularly
while
he
went
on
telling
me
that
it
had
been
the
very
devil
of
a
job
,
as
doubtless
(
sans
doute
)
I
could
figure
to
myself
in
my
quality
of
a
seaman
(
en
votre
qualite
de
marin
)
.
At
the
end
of
the
period
he
inclined
his
body
slightly
towards
me
,
and
,
pursing
his
shaved
lips
,
allowed
the
air
to
escape
with
a
gentle
hiss
.
"
Luckily
,
"
he
continued
,
"
the
sea
was
level
like
this
table
,
and
there
was
no
more
wind
than
there
is
here
.
"
...
The
place
struck
me
as
indeed
intolerably
stuffy
,
and
very
hot
;
my
face
burned
as
though
I
had
been
young
enough
to
be
embarrassed
and
blushing
.
They
had
directed
their
course
,
he
pursued
,
to
the
nearest
English
port
"
naturellement
,
"
where
their
responsibility
ceased
,
"
Dieu
merci
.
"
...
He
blew
out
his
flat
cheeks
a
little
...
"
Because
,
mind
you
(
notez
bien
)
,
all
the
time
of
towing
we
had
two
quartermasters
stationed
with
axes
by
the
hawsers
,
to
cut
us
clear
of
our
tow
in
case
she
...
"
He
fluttered
downwards
his
heavy
eyelids
,
making
his
meaning
as
plain
as
possible
...
"
What
would
you
!
One
does
what
one
can
(
on
fait
ce
qu'on
peut
)
,
"
and
for
a
moment
he
managed
to
invest
his
ponderous
immobility
with
an
air
of
resignation
.
"
Two
quartermasters
--
thirty
hours
--
always
there
.
Two
!
"
he
repeated
,
lifting
up
his
right
hand
a
little
,
and
exhibiting
two
fingers
.
This
was
absolutely
the
first
gesture
I
saw
him
make
.
It
gave
me
the
opportunity
to
"
note
"
a
starred
scar
on
the
back
of
his
hand
--
effect
of
a
gunshot
clearly
;
and
,
as
if
my
sight
had
been
made
more
acute
by
this
discovery
,
I
perceived
also
the
seam
of
an
old
wound
,
beginning
a
little
below
the
temple
and
going
out
of
sight
under
the
short
grey
hair
at
the
side
of
his
head
--
the
graze
of
a
spear
or
the
cut
of
a
sabre
.
He
clasped
his
hands
on
his
stomach
again
.
"
I
remained
on
board
that
--
that
--
my
memory
is
going
(
s
'
en
va
)
.
Ah
!
Patt-na
.
C'est
bien
ca
.
Patt-na
.
Merci
.
It
is
droll
how
one
forgets
.
I
stayed
on
that
ship
thirty
hours
...
"
"'
You
did
!
"
I
exclaimed
.
Still
gazing
at
his
hands
,
he
pursed
his
lips
a
little
,
but
this
time
made
no
hissing
sound
.
"
It
was
judged
proper
,
"
he
said
,
lifting
his
eyebrows
dispassionately
,
"
that
one
of
the
officers
should
remain
to
keep
an
eye
open
(
pour
ouvrir
l'oeil
)
"
...
he
sighed
idly
...
"
and
for
communicating
by
signals
with
the
towing
ship
--
do
you
see
?
--
and
so
on
.
For
the
rest
,
it
was
my
opinion
too
.
We
made
our
boats
ready
to
drop
over
--
and
I
also
on
that
ship
took
measures
...
Enfin
!
One
has
done
one
's
possible
.
It
was
a
delicate
position
.
Thirty
hours
!
They
prepared
me
some
food
.
As
for
the
wine
--
go
and
whistle
for
it
--
not
a
drop
.
"
In
some
extraordinary
way
,
without
any
marked
change
in
his
inert
attitude
and
in
the
placid
expression
of
his
face
,
he
managed
to
convey
the
idea
of
profound
disgust
.
"
I
--
you
know
--
when
it
comes
to
eating
without
my
glass
of
wine
--
I
am
nowhere
.
"
'
I
was
afraid
he
would
enlarge
upon
the
grievance
,
for
though
he
did
n't
stir
a
limb
or
twitch
a
feature
,
he
made
one
aware
how
much
he
was
irritated
by
the
recollection
.
But
he
seemed
to
forget
all
about
it
.
They
delivered
their
charge
to
the
"
port
authorities
,
"
as
he
expressed
it
.
He
was
struck
by
the
calmness
with
which
it
had
been
received
.
"
One
might
have
thought
they
had
such
a
droll
find
(
drole
de
trouvaille
)
brought
them
every
day
.
You
are
extraordinary
--
you
others
,
"
he
commented
,
with
his
back
propped
against
the
wall
,
and
looking
himself
as
incapable
of
an
emotional
display
as
a
sack
of
meal
.
There
happened
to
be
a
man-of-war
and
an
Indian
Marine
steamer
in
the
harbour
at
the
time
,
and
he
did
not
conceal
his
admiration
of
the
efficient
manner
in
which
the
boats
of
these
two
ships
cleared
the
Patna
of
her
passengers
.
Indeed
his
torpid
demeanour
concealed
nothing
:
it
had
that
mysterious
,
almost
miraculous
,
power
of
producing
striking
effects
by
means
impossible
of
detection
which
is
the
last
word
of
the
highest
art
.
"
Twenty-five
minutes
--
watch
in
hand
--
twenty-five
,
no
more
.
"
...
He
unclasped
and
clasped
again
his
fingers
without
removing
his
hands
from
his
stomach
,
and
made
it
infinitely
more
effective
than
if
he
had
thrown
up
his
arms
to
heaven
in
amazement
...
"
All
that
lot
(
tout
ce
monde
)
on
shore
--
with
their
little
affairs
--
nobody
left
but
a
guard
of
seamen
(
marins
de
l'Etat
)
and
that
interesting
corpse
(
cet
interessant
cadavre
)
.
Twenty-five
minutes
.
"
.
.
With
downcast
eyes
and
his
head
tilted
slightly
on
one
side
he
seemed
to
roll
knowingly
on
his
tongue
the
savour
of
a
smart
bit
of
work
.
He
persuaded
one
without
any
further
demonstration
that
his
approval
was
eminently
worth
having
,
and
resuming
his
hardly
interrupted
immobility
he
went
on
to
inform
me
that
,
being
under
orders
to
make
the
best
of
their
way
to
Toulon
,
they
left
in
two
hours
'
time
,
"
so
that
(
de
sorte
que
)
there
are
many
things
in
this
incident
of
my
life
(
dans
cet
episode
de
ma
vie
)
which
have
remained
obscure
.
"'
'
After
these
words
,
and
without
a
change
of
attitude
,
he
,
so
to
speak
,
submitted
himself
passively
to
a
state
of
silence
.
I
kept
him
company
;
and
suddenly
,
but
not
abruptly
,
as
if
the
appointed
time
had
arrived
for
his
moderate
and
husky
voice
to
come
out
of
his
immobility
,
he
pronounced
,
"
Mon
Dieu
!
how
the
time
passes
!
"
Nothing
could
have
been
more
commonplace
than
this
remark
;
but
its
utterance
coincided
for
me
with
a
moment
of
vision
.
It
's
extraordinary
how
we
go
through
life
with
eyes
half
shut
,
with
dull
ears
,
with
dormant
thoughts
.
Perhaps
it
's
just
as
well
;
and
it
may
be
that
it
is
this
very
dullness
that
makes
life
to
the
incalculable
majority
so
supportable
and
so
welcome
.
Nevertheless
,
there
can
be
but
few
of
us
who
had
never
known
one
of
these
rare
moments
of
awakening
when
we
see
,
hear
,
understand
ever
so
much
--
everything
--
in
a
flash
--
before
we
fall
back
again
into
our
agreeable
somnolence
.
I
raised
my
eyes
when
he
spoke
,
and
I
saw
him
as
though
I
had
never
seen
him
before
.
I
saw
his
chin
sunk
on
his
breast
,
the
clumsy
folds
of
his
coat
,
his
clasped
hands
,
his
motionless
pose
,
so
curiously
suggestive
of
his
having
been
simply
left
there
.
Time
had
passed
indeed
:
it
had
overtaken
him
and
gone
ahead
.
It
had
left
him
hopelessly
behind
with
a
few
poor
gifts
:
the
iron-grey
hair
,
the
heavy
fatigue
of
the
tanned
face
,
two
scars
,
a
pair
of
tarnished
shoulder-straps
;
one
of
those
steady
,
reliable
men
who
are
the
raw
material
of
great
reputations
,
one
of
those
uncounted
lives
that
are
buried
without
drums
and
trumpets
under
the
foundations
of
monumental
successes
.
"
I
am
now
third
lieutenant
of
the
Victorieuse
"
(
she
was
the
flagship
of
the
French
Pacific
squadron
at
the
time
)
,
he
said
,
detaching
his
shoulders
from
the
wall
a
couple
of
inches
to
introduce
himself
.
I
bowed
slightly
on
my
side
of
the
table
,
and
told
him
I
commanded
a
merchant
vessel
at
present
anchored
in
Rushcutters
'
Bay
.
He
had
"
remarked
"
her
,
--
a
pretty
little
craft
.
He
was
very
civil
about
it
in
his
impassive
way
.
I
even
fancy
he
went
the
length
of
tilting
his
head
in
compliment
as
he
repeated
,
breathing
visibly
the
while
,
"
Ah
,
yes
.
A
little
craft
painted
black
--
very
pretty
--
very
pretty
(
tres
coquet
)
.
"
After
a
time
he
twisted
his
body
slowly
to
face
the
glass
door
on
our
right
.
"
A
dull
town
(
triste
ville
)
,
"
he
observed
,
staring
into
the
street
.
It
was
a
brilliant
day
;
a
southerly
buster
was
raging
,
and
we
could
see
the
passers-by
,
men
and
women
,
buffeted
by
the
wind
on
the
sidewalks
,
the
sunlit
fronts
of
the
houses
across
the
road
blurred
by
the
tall
whirls
of
dust
.
"
I
descended
on
shore
,
"
he
said
,
"
to
stretch
my
legs
a
little
,
but
...
"
He
did
n't
finish
,
and
sank
into
the
depths
of
his
repose
.
"
Pray
--
tell
me
,
"
he
began
,
coming
up
ponderously
,
"
what
was
there
at
the
bottom
of
this
affair
--
precisely
(
au
juste
)
?
It
is
curious
.
That
dead
man
,
for
instance
--
and
so
on
.
"
"'
There
were
living
men
too
,
"
I
said
;
"
much
more
curious
.
"
"'
No
doubt
,
no
doubt
,
"
he
agreed
half
audibly
,
then
,
as
if
after
mature
consideration
,
murmured
,
"
Evidently
.
"
I
made
no
difficulty
in
communicating
to
him
what
had
interested
me
most
in
this
affair
.
It
seemed
as
though
he
had
a
right
to
know
:
had
n't
he
spent
thirty
hours
on
board
the
Patna
--
had
he
not
taken
the
succession
,
so
to
speak
,
had
he
not
done
"
his
possible
"
?
He
listened
to
me
,
looking
more
priest-like
than
ever
,
and
with
what
--
probably
on
account
of
his
downcast
eyes
--
had
the
appearance
of
devout
concentration
.
Once
or
twice
he
elevated
his
eyebrows
(
but
without
raising
his
eyelids
)
,
as
one
would
say
"
The
devil
!
"
Once
he
calmly
exclaimed
,
"
Ah
,
bah
!
"
under
his
breath
,
and
when
I
had
finished
he
pursed
his
lips
in
a
deliberate
way
and
emitted
a
sort
of
sorrowful
whistle
.
