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The
young
man
in
question
might
have
had
the
best
dispositions
--
the
best
dispositions
,
"
he
repeated
,
wheezing
a
little
.
"'
I
am
glad
to
see
you
taking
a
lenient
view
,
"
I
said
.
'
His
own
feeling
in
the
matter
was
--
ah
!
--
hopeful
,
and
...
"
'
The
shuffle
of
his
feet
under
the
table
interrupted
me
.
He
drew
up
his
heavy
eyelids
.
Drew
up
,
I
say
--
no
other
expression
can
describe
the
steady
deliberation
of
the
act
--
and
at
last
was
disclosed
completely
to
me
.
I
was
confronted
by
two
narrow
grey
circlets
,
like
two
tiny
steel
rings
around
the
profound
blackness
of
the
pupils
.
The
sharp
glance
,
coming
from
that
massive
body
,
gave
a
notion
of
extreme
efficiency
,
like
a
razor-edge
on
a
battle-axe
.
"
Pardon
,
"
he
said
punctiliously
.
His
right
hand
went
up
,
and
he
swayed
forward
.
"
Allow
me
...
I
contended
that
one
may
get
on
knowing
very
well
that
one
's
courage
does
not
come
of
itself
(
ne
vient
pas
tout
seul
)
.
There
's
nothing
much
in
that
to
get
upset
about
.
One
truth
the
more
ought
not
to
make
life
impossible
...
But
the
honour
--
the
honour
,
monsieur
!
...
The
honour
...
that
is
real
--
that
is
!
And
what
life
may
be
worth
when
"
...
he
got
on
his
feet
with
a
ponderous
impetuosity
,
as
a
startled
ox
might
scramble
up
from
the
grass
...
"
when
the
honour
is
gone
--
ah
ca
!
par
exemple
--
I
can
offer
no
opinion
.
I
can
offer
no
opinion
--
because
--
monsieur
--
I
know
nothing
of
it
.
"
'
I
had
risen
too
,
and
,
trying
to
throw
infinite
politeness
into
our
attitudes
,
we
faced
each
other
mutely
,
like
two
china
dogs
on
a
mantelpiece
.
Hang
the
fellow
!
he
had
pricked
the
bubble
.
The
blight
of
futility
that
lies
in
wait
for
men
's
speeches
had
fallen
upon
our
conversation
,
and
made
it
a
thing
of
empty
sounds
.
"
Very
well
,
"
I
said
,
with
a
disconcerted
smile
;
"
but
could
n't
it
reduce
itself
to
not
being
found
out
?
"
He
made
as
if
to
retort
readily
,
but
when
he
spoke
he
had
changed
his
mind
.
"
This
,
monsieur
,
is
too
fine
for
me
--
much
above
me
--
I
do
n't
think
about
it
.
"
He
bowed
heavily
over
his
cap
,
which
he
held
before
him
by
the
peak
,
between
the
thumb
and
the
forefinger
of
his
wounded
hand
.
I
bowed
too
.
We
bowed
together
:
we
scraped
our
feet
at
each
other
with
much
ceremony
,
while
a
dirty
specimen
of
a
waiter
looked
on
critically
,
as
though
he
had
paid
for
the
performance
.
"
Serviteur
,
"
said
the
Frenchman
.
Another
scrape
.
"
Monsieur
"
...
"
Monsieur
.
"
...
The
glass
door
swung
behind
his
burly
back
.
I
saw
the
southerly
buster
get
hold
of
him
and
drive
him
down
wind
with
his
hand
to
his
head
,
his
shoulders
braced
,
and
the
tails
of
his
coat
blown
hard
against
his
legs
.
'
I
sat
down
again
alone
and
discouraged
--
discouraged
about
Jim
's
case
.
If
you
wonder
that
after
more
than
three
years
it
had
preserved
its
actuality
,
you
must
know
that
I
had
seen
him
only
very
lately
.
I
had
come
straight
from
Samarang
,
where
I
had
loaded
a
cargo
for
Sydney
:
an
utterly
uninteresting
bit
of
business
,
--
what
Charley
here
would
call
one
of
my
rational
transactions
,
--
and
in
Samarang
I
had
seen
something
of
Jim
.
He
was
then
working
for
De
Jongh
,
on
my
recommendation
.
Water-clerk
.
"
My
representative
afloat
,
"
as
De
Jongh
called
him
.
You
ca
n't
imagine
a
mode
of
life
more
barren
of
consolation
,
less
capable
of
being
invested
with
a
spark
of
glamour
--
unless
it
be
the
business
of
an
insurance
canvasser
.
Little
Bob
Stanton
--
Charley
here
knew
him
well
--
had
gone
through
that
experience
.
The
same
who
got
drowned
afterwards
trying
to
save
a
lady
's
-
maid
in
the
Sephora
disaster
.
A
case
of
collision
on
a
hazy
morning
off
the
Spanish
coast
--
you
may
remember
.
All
the
passengers
had
been
packed
tidily
into
the
boats
and
shoved
clear
of
the
ship
,
when
Bob
sheered
alongside
again
and
scrambled
back
on
deck
to
fetch
that
girl
.
How
she
had
been
left
behind
I
ca
n't
make
out
;
anyhow
,
she
had
gone
completely
crazy
--
would
n't
leave
the
ship
--
held
to
the
rail
like
grim
death
.
The
wrestling-match
could
be
seen
plainly
from
the
boats
;
but
poor
Bob
was
the
shortest
chief
mate
in
the
merchant
service
,
and
the
woman
stood
five
feet
ten
in
her
shoes
and
was
as
strong
as
a
horse
,
I
've
been
told
.
So
it
went
on
,
pull
devil
,
pull
baker
,
the
wretched
girl
screaming
all
the
time
,
and
Bob
letting
out
a
yell
now
and
then
to
warn
his
boat
to
keep
well
clear
of
the
ship
.
One
of
the
hands
told
me
,
hiding
a
smile
at
the
recollection
,
"
It
was
for
all
the
world
,
sir
,
like
a
naughty
youngster
fighting
with
his
mother
.
"
The
same
old
chap
said
that
"
At
the
last
we
could
see
that
Mr.
Stanton
had
given
up
hauling
at
the
gal
,
and
just
stood
by
looking
at
her
,
watchful
like
.
We
thought
afterwards
he
must
've
been
reckoning
that
,
maybe
,
the
rush
of
water
would
tear
her
away
from
the
rail
by-and-by
and
give
him
a
show
to
save
her
.
We
dare
n't
come
alongside
for
our
life
;
and
after
a
bit
the
old
ship
went
down
all
on
a
sudden
with
a
lurch
to
starboard
--
plop
.
The
suck
in
was
something
awful
.
We
never
saw
anything
alive
or
dead
come
up
.
"
Poor
Bob
's
spell
of
shore-life
had
been
one
of
the
complications
of
a
love
affair
,
I
believe
.
He
fondly
hoped
he
had
done
with
the
sea
for
ever
,
and
made
sure
he
had
got
hold
of
all
the
bliss
on
earth
,
but
it
came
to
canvassing
in
the
end
.
Some
cousin
of
his
in
Liverpool
put
up
to
it
.
He
used
to
tell
us
his
experiences
in
that
line
.
He
made
us
laugh
till
we
cried
,
and
,
not
altogether
displeased
at
the
effect
,
undersized
and
bearded
to
the
waist
like
a
gnome
,
he
would
tiptoe
amongst
us
and
say
,
"
It
's
all
very
well
for
you
beggars
to
laugh
,
but
my
immortal
soul
was
shrivelled
down
to
the
size
of
a
parched
pea
after
a
week
of
that
work
.
"
I
do
n't
know
how
Jim
's
soul
accommodated
itself
to
the
new
conditions
of
his
life
--
I
was
kept
too
busy
in
getting
him
something
to
do
that
would
keep
body
and
soul
together
--
but
I
am
pretty
certain
his
adventurous
fancy
was
suffering
all
the
pangs
of
starvation
.
It
had
certainly
nothing
to
feed
upon
in
this
new
calling
.
It
was
distressing
to
see
him
at
it
,
though
he
tackled
it
with
a
stubborn
serenity
for
which
I
must
give
him
full
credit
.
I
kept
my
eye
on
his
shabby
plodding
with
a
sort
of
notion
that
it
was
a
punishment
for
the
heroics
of
his
fancy
--
an
expiation
for
his
craving
after
more
glamour
than
he
could
carry
.
He
had
loved
too
well
to
imagine
himself
a
glorious
racehorse
,
and
now
he
was
condemned
to
toil
without
honour
like
a
costermonger
's
donkey
.
He
did
it
very
well
.
He
shut
himself
in
,
put
his
head
down
,
said
never
a
word
.
Very
well
;
very
well
indeed
--
except
for
certain
fantastic
and
violent
outbreaks
,
on
the
deplorable
occasions
when
the
irrepressible
Patna
case
cropped
up
.
Unfortunately
that
scandal
of
the
Eastern
seas
would
not
die
out
.
And
this
is
the
reason
why
I
could
never
feel
I
had
done
with
Jim
for
good
.
'
I
sat
thinking
of
him
after
the
French
lieutenant
had
left
,
not
,
however
,
in
connection
with
De
Jongh
's
cool
and
gloomy
back-shop
,
where
we
had
hurriedly
shaken
hands
not
very
long
ago
,
but
as
I
had
seen
him
years
before
in
the
last
flickers
of
the
candle
,
alone
with
me
in
the
long
galley
of
the
Malabar
House
,
with
the
chill
and
the
darkness
of
the
night
at
his
back
.
The
respectable
sword
of
his
country
's
law
was
suspended
over
his
head
.
To-morrow
--
or
was
it
to-day
?
(
midnight
had
slipped
by
long
before
we
parted
)
--
the
marble-faced
police
magistrate
,
after
distributing
fines
and
terms
of
imprisonment
in
the
assault-and-battery
case
,
would
take
up
the
awful
weapon
and
smite
his
bowed
neck
.
Our
communion
in
the
night
was
uncommonly
like
a
last
vigil
with
a
condemned
man
.
He
was
guilty
too
.
He
was
guilty
--
as
I
had
told
myself
repeatedly
,
guilty
and
done
for
;
nevertheless
,
I
wished
to
spare
him
the
mere
detail
of
a
formal
execution
.
I
do
n't
pretend
to
explain
the
reasons
of
my
desire
--
I
do
n't
think
I
could
;
but
if
you
have
n't
got
a
sort
of
notion
by
this
time
,
then
I
must
have
been
very
obscure
in
my
narrative
,
or
you
too
sleepy
to
seize
upon
the
sense
of
my
words
.
I
do
n't
defend
my
morality
.
There
was
no
morality
in
the
impulse
which
induced
me
to
lay
before
him
Brierly
's
plan
of
evasion
--
I
may
call
it
--
in
all
its
primitive
simplicity
.
There
were
the
rupees
--
absolutely
ready
in
my
pocket
and
very
much
at
his
service
.
Oh
!
a
loan
;
a
loan
of
course
--
and
if
an
introduction
to
a
man
(
in
Rangoon
)
who
could
put
some
work
in
his
way
...
Why
!
with
the
greatest
pleasure
.
I
had
pen
,
ink
,
and
paper
in
my
room
on
the
first
floor
And
even
while
I
was
speaking
I
was
impatient
to
begin
the
letter
--
day
,
month
,
yeu
,
2.30
A.M.
...
for
the
sake
of
our
old
friendship
I
ask
you
to
put
some
work
in
the
way
of
Mr.
James
So-and-so
,
in
whom
,
&
c.
,
&
c.
...
I
was
even
ready
to
write
in
that
strain
about
him
.
