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"'
And
that
's
true
,
too
,
"
I
said
.
"'
Well
.
I
've
gone
with
it
to
the
end
,
and
I
do
n't
intend
to
let
any
man
cast
it
in
my
teeth
without
--
without
--
resenting
it
.
"
He
clenched
his
fist
.
"'
There
's
yourself
,
"
I
said
with
a
smile
--
mirthless
enough
,
God
knows
--
but
he
looked
at
me
menacingly
.
"
That
's
my
business
,
"
he
said
.
An
air
of
indomitable
resolution
came
and
went
upon
his
face
like
a
vain
and
passing
shadow
.
Next
moment
he
looked
a
dear
good
boy
in
trouble
,
as
before
.
He
flung
away
the
cigarette
"
Goodbye
,
"
he
said
,
with
the
sudden
haste
of
a
man
who
had
lingered
too
long
in
view
of
a
pressing
bit
of
work
waiting
for
him
;
and
then
for
a
second
or
so
he
made
not
the
slightest
movement
.
The
downpour
fell
with
the
heavy
uninterrupted
rush
of
a
sweeping
flood
,
with
a
sound
of
unchecked
overwhelming
fury
that
called
to
one
's
mind
the
images
of
collapsing
bridges
,
of
uprooted
trees
,
of
undermined
mountains
.
No
man
could
breast
the
colossal
and
headlong
stream
that
seemed
to
break
and
swirl
against
the
dim
stillness
in
which
we
were
precariously
sheltered
as
if
on
an
island
.
The
perforated
pipe
gurgled
,
choked
,
spat
,
and
splashed
in
odious
ridicule
of
a
swimmer
fighting
for
his
life
.
"
It
is
raining
,
"
I
remonstrated
,
"
and
I.
.
.
"
"
Rain
or
shine
,
"
he
began
brusquely
,
checked
himself
,
and
walked
to
the
window
.
"
Perfect
deluge
,
"
he
muttered
after
a
while
:
he
leaned
his
forehead
on
the
glass
.
"
It
's
dark
,
too
.
"
"'
Yes
,
it
is
very
dark
,
"
I
said
.
'
He
pivoted
on
his
heels
,
crossed
the
room
,
and
had
actually
opened
the
door
leading
into
the
corridor
before
I
leaped
up
from
my
chair
.
"
Wait
,
"
I
cried
,
"
I
want
you
to
...
"
"
I
ca
n't
dine
with
you
again
to-night
,
"
he
flung
at
me
,
with
one
leg
out
of
the
room
already
.
"
I
have
n't
the
slightest
intention
of
asking
you
,
"
I
shouted
.
At
this
he
drew
back
his
foot
,
but
remained
mistrustfully
in
the
very
doorway
.
I
lost
no
time
in
entreating
him
earnestly
not
to
be
absurd
;
to
come
in
and
shut
the
door
.
'
'
He
came
in
at
last
;
but
I
believe
it
was
mostly
the
rain
that
did
it
;
it
was
falling
just
then
with
a
devastating
violence
which
quieted
down
gradually
while
we
talked
.
His
manner
was
very
sober
and
set
;
his
bearing
was
that
of
a
naturally
taciturn
man
possessed
by
an
idea
.
My
talk
was
of
the
material
aspect
of
his
position
;
it
had
the
sole
aim
of
saving
him
from
the
degradation
,
ruin
,
and
despair
that
out
there
close
so
swiftly
upon
a
friendless
,
homeless
man
;
I
pleaded
with
him
to
accept
my
help
;
I
argued
reasonably
:
and
every
time
I
looked
up
at
that
absorbed
smooth
face
,
so
grave
and
youthful
,
I
had
a
disturbing
sense
of
being
no
help
but
rather
an
obstacle
to
some
mysterious
,
inexplicable
,
impalpable
striving
of
his
wounded
spirit
.
"'
I
suppose
you
intend
to
eat
and
drink
and
to
sleep
under
shelter
in
the
usual
way
,
"
I
remember
saying
with
irritation
.
"
You
say
you
wo
n't
touch
the
money
that
is
due
to
you
.
"
...
He
came
as
near
as
his
sort
can
to
making
a
gesture
of
horror
.
(
There
were
three
weeks
and
five
days
'
pay
owing
him
as
mate
of
the
Patna
.
)
"
Well
,
that
's
too
little
to
matter
anyhow
;
but
what
will
you
do
tomorrow
?
Where
will
you
turn
?
You
must
live
...
"
"
That
is
n't
the
thing
,
"
was
the
comment
that
escaped
him
under
his
breath
.
I
ignored
it
,
and
went
on
combating
what
I
assumed
to
be
the
scruples
of
an
exaggerated
delicacy
.
"
On
every
conceivable
ground
,
"
I
concluded
,
"
you
must
let
me
help
you
.
"
"
You
ca
n't
,
"
he
said
very
simply
and
gently
,
and
holding
fast
to
some
deep
idea
which
I
could
detect
shimmering
like
a
pool
of
water
in
the
dark
,
but
which
I
despaired
of
ever
approaching
near
enough
to
fathom
.
I
surveyed
his
well-proportioned
bulk
.
"
At
any
rate
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
am
able
to
help
what
I
can
see
of
you
.
I
do
n't
pretend
to
do
more
.
"
He
shook
his
head
sceptically
without
looking
at
me
.
I
got
very
warm
.
"
But
I
can
,
"
I
insisted
.
"
I
can
do
even
more
.
I
am
doing
more
.
I
am
trusting
you
...
"
"
The
money
...
"
he
began
.
"
Upon
my
word
you
deserve
being
told
to
go
to
the
devil
,
"
I
cried
,
forcing
the
note
of
indignation
.
He
was
startled
,
smiled
,
and
I
pressed
my
attack
home
.
"
It
is
n't
a
question
of
money
at
all
.
You
are
too
superficial
,
"
I
said
(
and
at
the
same
time
I
was
thinking
to
myself
:
Well
,
here
goes
!
And
perhaps
he
is
,
after
all
)
.
"
Look
at
the
letter
I
want
you
to
take
.
I
am
writing
to
a
man
of
whom
I
've
never
asked
a
favour
,
and
I
am
writing
about
you
in
terms
that
one
only
ventures
to
use
when
speaking
of
an
intimate
friend
.
I
make
myself
unreservedly
responsible
for
you
.
That
's
what
I
am
doing
.
And
really
if
you
will
only
reflect
a
little
what
that
means
...
"
'
He
lifted
his
head
.
The
rain
had
passed
away
;
only
the
water-pipe
went
on
shedding
tears
with
an
absurd
drip
,
drip
outside
the
window
.
