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'
In
any
one
else
it
might
have
been
an
evidence
of
boredom
,
a
sign
of
indifference
;
but
he
,
in
his
occult
way
,
managed
to
make
his
immobility
appear
profoundly
responsive
,
and
as
full
of
valuable
thoughts
as
an
egg
is
of
meat
.
What
he
said
at
last
was
nothing
more
than
a
"
Very
interesting
,
"
pronounced
politely
,
and
not
much
above
a
whisper
.
Before
I
got
over
my
disappointment
he
added
,
but
as
if
speaking
to
himself
,
"
That
's
it
.
That
is
it
.
"
His
chin
seemed
to
sink
lower
on
his
breast
,
his
body
to
weigh
heavier
on
his
seat
.
I
was
about
to
ask
him
what
he
meant
,
when
a
sort
of
preparatory
tremor
passed
over
his
whole
person
,
as
a
faint
ripple
may
be
seen
upon
stagnant
water
even
before
the
wind
is
felt
.
"
And
so
that
poor
young
man
ran
away
along
with
the
others
,
"
he
said
,
with
grave
tranquillity
.
'
I
do
n't
know
what
made
me
smile
:
it
is
the
only
genuine
smile
of
mine
I
can
remember
in
connection
with
Jim
's
affair
.
But
somehow
this
simple
statement
of
the
matter
sounded
funny
in
French
...
"
S'est
enfui
avec
les
autres
,
"
had
said
the
lieutenant
.
And
suddenly
I
began
to
admire
the
discrimination
of
the
man
.
He
had
made
out
the
point
at
once
:
he
did
get
hold
of
the
only
thing
I
cared
about
.
I
felt
as
though
I
were
taking
professional
opinion
on
the
case
.
His
imperturbable
and
mature
calmness
was
that
of
an
expert
in
possession
of
the
facts
,
and
to
whom
one
's
perplexities
are
mere
child
's
-
play
.
"
Ah
!
The
young
,
the
young
,
"
he
said
indulgently
.
"
And
after
all
,
one
does
not
die
of
it
.
"
"
Die
of
what
?
"
I
asked
swiftly
.
"
Of
being
afraid
.
"
He
elucidated
his
meaning
and
sipped
his
drink
.
'
I
perceived
that
the
three
last
fingers
of
his
wounded
hand
were
stiff
and
could
not
move
independently
of
each
other
,
so
that
he
took
up
his
tumbler
with
an
ungainly
clutch
.
"
One
is
always
afraid
.
One
may
talk
,
but
...
"
He
put
down
the
glass
awkwardly
...
"
The
fear
,
the
fear
--
look
you
--
it
is
always
there
.
"
...
He
touched
his
breast
near
a
brass
button
,
on
the
very
spot
where
Jim
had
given
a
thump
to
his
own
when
protesting
that
there
was
nothing
the
matter
with
his
heart
.
I
suppose
I
made
some
sign
of
dissent
,
because
he
insisted
,
"
Yes
!
yes
!
One
talks
,
one
talks
;
this
is
all
very
fine
;
but
at
the
end
of
the
reckoning
one
is
no
cleverer
than
the
next
man
--
and
no
more
brave
.
Brave
!
This
is
always
to
be
seen
.
I
have
rolled
my
hump
(
roule
ma
bosse
)
,
"
he
said
,
using
the
slang
expression
with
imperturbable
seriousness
,
"
in
all
parts
of
the
world
;
I
have
known
brave
men
--
famous
ones
!
Allez
!
"
...
He
drank
carelessly
...
"
Brave
--
you
conceive
--
in
the
Service
--
one
has
got
to
be
--
the
trade
demands
it
(
le
metier
veut
ca
)
.
Is
it
not
so
?
"
he
appealed
to
me
reasonably
.
"
Eh
bien
!
Each
of
them
--
I
say
each
of
them
,
if
he
were
an
honest
man
--
bien
entendu
--
would
confess
that
there
is
a
point
--
there
is
a
point
--
for
the
best
of
us
--
there
is
somewhere
a
point
when
you
let
go
everything
(
vous
lachez
tout
)
.
And
you
have
got
to
live
with
that
truth
--
do
you
see
?
Given
a
certain
combination
of
circumstances
,
fear
is
sure
to
come
.
Abominable
funk
(
un
trac
epouvantable
)
.
And
even
for
those
who
do
not
believe
this
truth
there
is
fear
all
the
same
--
the
fear
of
themselves
.
Absolutely
so
.
Trust
me
.
Yes
.
Yes
...
At
my
age
one
knows
what
one
is
talking
about
--
que
diable
!
"
...
He
had
delivered
himself
of
all
this
as
immovably
as
though
he
had
been
the
mouthpiece
of
abstract
wisdom
,
but
at
this
point
he
heightened
the
effect
of
detachment
by
beginning
to
twirl
his
thumbs
slowly
.
"
It
's
evident
--
parbleu
!
"
he
continued
;
"
for
,
make
up
your
mind
as
much
as
you
like
,
even
a
simple
headache
or
a
fit
of
indigestion
(
un
derangement
d'estomac
)
is
enough
to
...
Take
me
,
for
instance
--
I
have
made
my
proofs
.
Eh
bien
!
I
,
who
am
speaking
to
you
,
once
...
"
'
He
drained
his
glass
and
returned
to
his
twirling
.
"
No
,
no
;
one
does
not
die
of
it
,
"
he
pronounced
finally
,
and
when
I
found
he
did
not
mean
to
proceed
with
the
personal
anecdote
,
I
was
extremely
disappointed
;
the
more
so
as
it
was
not
the
sort
of
story
,
you
know
,
one
could
very
well
press
him
for
.
I
sat
silent
,
and
he
too
,
as
if
nothing
could
please
him
better
.
Even
his
thumbs
were
still
now
.
Suddenly
his
lips
began
to
move
.
"
That
is
so
,
"
he
resumed
placidly
.
"
Man
is
born
a
coward
(
L'homme
est
ne
poltron
)
.
It
is
a
difficulty
--
parbleu
!
It
would
be
too
easy
otherwise
.
But
habit
--
habit
--
necessity
--
do
you
see
?
--
the
eye
of
others
--
voila
.
One
puts
up
with
it
.
And
then
the
example
of
others
who
are
no
better
than
yourself
,
and
yet
make
good
countenance
...
"
'
His
voice
ceased
.
"'
That
young
man
--
you
will
observe
--
had
none
of
these
inducements
--
at
least
at
the
moment
,
"
I
remarked
.
'
He
raised
his
eyebrows
forgivingly
:
"
I
do
n't
say
;
I
do
n't
say
.
