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It
was
very
quiet
in
the
room
,
whose
shadows
huddled
together
in
corners
,
away
from
the
still
flame
of
the
candle
flaring
upright
in
the
shape
of
a
dagger
;
his
face
after
a
while
seemed
suffused
by
a
reflection
of
a
soft
light
as
if
the
dawn
had
broken
already
.
"'
Jove
!
"
he
gasped
out
.
"
It
is
noble
of
you
!
"
'
Had
he
suddenly
put
out
his
tongue
at
me
in
derision
,
I
could
not
have
felt
more
humiliated
.
I
thought
to
myself
--
Serve
me
right
for
a
sneaking
humbug
...
His
eyes
shone
straight
into
my
face
,
but
I
perceived
it
was
not
a
mocking
brightness
.
All
at
once
he
sprang
into
jerky
agitation
,
like
one
of
those
flat
wooden
figures
that
are
worked
by
a
string
.
His
arms
went
up
,
then
came
down
with
a
slap
.
He
became
another
man
altogether
.
"
And
I
had
never
seen
,
"
he
shouted
;
then
suddenly
bit
his
lip
and
frowned
.
"
What
a
bally
ass
I
've
been
,
"
he
said
very
slow
in
an
awed
tone
...
"
You
are
a
brick
!
"
he
cried
next
in
a
muffled
voice
.
He
snatched
my
hand
as
though
he
had
just
then
seen
it
for
the
first
time
,
and
dropped
it
at
once
.
"
Why
!
this
is
what
I
--
you
--
I.
.
.
"
he
stammered
,
and
then
with
a
return
of
his
old
stolid
,
I
may
say
mulish
,
manner
he
began
heavily
,
"
I
would
be
a
brute
now
if
I.
.
.
"
and
then
his
voice
seemed
to
break
.
"
That
's
all
right
,
"
I
said
.
I
was
almost
alarmed
by
this
display
of
feeling
,
through
which
pierced
a
strange
elation
.
I
had
pulled
the
string
accidentally
,
as
it
were
;
I
did
not
fully
understand
the
working
of
the
toy
.
"
I
must
go
now
,
"
he
said
.
"
Jove
!
You
have
helped
me
.
Ca
n't
sit
still
.
The
very
thing
...
"
He
looked
at
me
with
puzzled
admiration
.
"
The
very
thing
...
"
'
Of
course
it
was
the
thing
.
It
was
ten
to
one
that
I
had
saved
him
from
starvation
--
of
that
peculiar
sort
that
is
almost
invariably
associated
with
drink
.
This
was
all
.
I
had
not
a
single
illusion
on
that
score
,
but
looking
at
him
,
I
allowed
myself
to
wonder
at
the
nature
of
the
one
he
had
,
within
the
last
three
minutes
,
so
evidently
taken
into
his
bosom
.
I
had
forced
into
his
hand
the
means
to
carry
on
decently
the
serious
business
of
life
,
to
get
food
,
drink
,
and
shelter
of
the
customary
kind
,
while
his
wounded
spirit
,
like
a
bird
with
a
broken
wing
,
might
hop
and
flutter
into
some
hole
,
to
die
quietly
of
inanition
there
.
This
is
what
I
had
thrust
upon
him
:
a
definitely
small
thing
;
and
--
behold
!
--
by
the
manner
of
its
reception
it
loomed
in
the
dim
light
of
the
candle
like
a
big
,
indistinct
,
perhaps
a
dangerous
shadow
.
"
You
do
n't
mind
me
not
saying
anything
appropriate
,
"
he
burst
out
.
"
There
is
n't
anything
one
could
say
.
Last
night
already
you
had
done
me
no
end
of
good
.
Listening
to
me
--
you
know
.
I
give
you
my
word
I
've
thought
more
than
once
the
top
of
my
head
would
fly
off
.
.
.
"
He
darted
--
positively
darted
--
here
and
there
,
rammed
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
jerked
them
out
again
,
flung
his
cap
on
his
head
.
I
had
no
idea
it
was
in
him
to
be
so
airily
brisk
I
thought
of
a
dry
leaf
imprisoned
in
an
eddy
of
wind
,
while
a
mysterious
apprehension
,
a
load
of
indefinite
doubt
,
weighed
me
down
in
my
chair
.
He
stood
stock-still
,
as
if
struck
motionless
by
a
discovery
.
"
You
have
given
me
confidence
,
"
he
declared
soberly
.
"
Oh
!
for
God
's
sake
,
my
dear
fellow
--
do
n't
!
"
I
entreated
,
as
though
he
had
hurt
me
.
"
All
right
.
I
'll
shut
up
now
and
henceforth
.
Ca
n't
prevent
me
thinking
though
...
Never
mind
!
...
I
'll
show
yet
...
"
He
went
to
the
door
in
a
hurry
,
paused
with
his
head
down
,
and
came
back
,
stepping
deliberately
.
"
I
always
thought
that
if
a
fellow
could
begin
with
a
clean
slate
...
And
now
you
...
in
a
measure
...
yes
...
clean
slate
.
"
I
waved
my
hand
,
and
he
marched
out
without
looking
back
;
the
sound
of
his
footfalls
died
out
gradually
behind
the
closed
door
--
the
unhesitating
tread
of
a
man
walking
in
broad
daylight
.
'
But
as
to
me
,
left
alone
with
the
solitary
candle
,
I
remained
strangely
unenlightened
.
I
was
no
longer
young
enough
to
behold
at
every
turn
the
magnificence
that
besets
our
insignificant
footsteps
in
good
and
in
evil
.
I
smiled
to
think
that
,
after
all
,
it
was
yet
he
,
of
us
two
,
who
had
the
light
.
And
I
felt
sad
.
A
clean
slate
,
did
he
say
?
As
if
the
initial
word
of
each
our
destiny
were
not
graven
in
imperishable
characters
upon
the
face
of
a
rock
.
'
'
Six
months
afterwards
my
friend
(
he
was
a
cynical
,
more
than
middle-aged
bachelor
,
with
a
reputation
for
eccentricity
,
and
owned
a
rice-mill
)
wrote
to
me
,
and
judging
,
from
the
warmth
of
my
recommendation
,
that
I
would
like
to
hear
,
enlarged
a
little
upon
Jim
's
perfections
.
These
were
apparently
of
a
quiet
and
effective
sort
.
"
Not
having
been
able
so
far
to
find
more
in
my
heart
than
a
resigned
toleration
for
any
individual
of
my
kind
,
I
have
lived
till
now
alone
in
a
house
that
even
in
this
steaming
climate
could
be
considered
as
too
big
for
one
man
.
I
have
had
him
to
live
with
me
for
some
time
past
.
It
seems
I
have
n't
made
a
mistake
.
"
It
seemed
to
me
on
reading
this
letter
that
my
friend
had
found
in
his
heart
more
than
tolerance
for
Jim
--
that
there
were
the
beginnings
of
active
liking
.
Of
course
he
stated
his
grounds
in
a
characteristic
way
.
For
one
thing
,
Jim
kept
his
freshness
in
the
climate
.
Had
he
been
a
girl
--
my
friend
wrote
--
one
could
have
said
he
was
blooming
--
blooming
modestly
--
like
a
violet
,
not
like
some
of
these
blatant
tropical
flowers
.
He
had
been
in
the
house
for
six
weeks
,
and
had
not
as
yet
attempted
to
slap
him
on
the
back
,
or
address
him
as
"
old
boy
,
"
or
try
to
make
him
feel
a
superannuated
fossil
.
He
had
nothing
of
the
exasperating
young
man
's
chatter
.
He
was
good-tempered
,
had
not
much
to
say
for
himself
,
was
not
clever
by
any
means
,
thank
goodness
--
wrote
my
friend
.
It
appeared
,
however
,
that
Jim
was
clever
enough
to
be
quietly
appreciative
of
his
wit
,
while
,
on
the
other
hand
,
he
amused
him
by
his
naiveness
.
"
The
dew
is
yet
on
him
,
and
since
I
had
the
bright
idea
of
giving
him
a
room
in
the
house
and
having
him
at
meals
I
feel
less
withered
myself
.
The
other
day
he
took
it
into
his
head
to
cross
the
room
with
no
other
purpose
but
to
open
a
door
for
me
;
and
I
felt
more
in
touch
with
mankind
than
I
had
been
for
years
.
Ridiculous
,
is
n't
it
?
Of
course
I
guess
there
is
something
--
some
awful
little
scrape
--
which
you
know
all
about
--
but
if
I
am
sure
that
it
is
terribly
heinous
,
I
fancy
one
could
manage
to
forgive
it
.
For
my
part
,
I
declare
I
am
unable
to
imagine
him
guilty
of
anything
much
worse
than
robbing
an
orchard
.
Is
it
much
worse
?
Perhaps
you
ought
to
have
told
me
;
but
it
is
such
a
long
time
since
we
both
turned
saints
that
you
may
have
forgotten
we
too
had
sinned
in
our
time
?
It
may
be
that
some
day
I
shall
have
to
ask
you
,
and
then
I
shall
expect
to
be
told
.
I
do
n't
care
to
question
him
myself
till
I
have
some
idea
what
it
is
.
Moreover
,
it
's
too
soon
as
yet
.
Let
him
open
the
door
a
few
times
more
for
me
...
"
Thus
my
friend
.
I
was
trebly
pleased
--
at
Jim
's
shaping
so
well
,
at
the
tone
of
the
letter
,
at
my
own
cleverness
.
Evidently
I
had
known
what
I
was
doing
.
I
had
read
characters
aright
,
and
so
on
.
And
what
if
something
unexpected
and
wonderful
were
to
come
of
it
?
That
evening
,
reposing
in
a
deck-chair
under
the
shade
of
my
own
poop
awning
(
it
was
in
Hong-Kong
harbour
)
,
I
laid
on
Jim
's
behalf
the
first
stone
of
a
castle
in
Spain
.
'
I
made
a
trip
to
the
northward
,
and
when
I
returned
I
found
another
letter
from
my
friend
waiting
for
me
.
It
was
the
first
envelope
I
tore
open
.
"
There
are
no
spoons
missing
,
as
far
as
I
know
,
"
ran
the
first
line
;
"
I
have
n't
been
interested
enough
to
inquire
.
He
is
gone
,
leaving
on
the
breakfast-table
a
formal
little
note
of
apology
,
which
is
either
silly
or
heartless
.
Probably
both
--
and
it
's
all
one
to
me
.
Allow
me
to
say
,
lest
you
should
have
some
more
mysterious
young
men
in
reserve
,
that
I
have
shut
up
shop
,
definitely
and
for
ever
.
This
is
the
last
eccentricity
I
shall
be
guilty
of
.
Do
not
imagine
for
a
moment
that
I
care
a
hang
;
but
he
is
very
much
regretted
at
tennis-parties
,
and
for
my
own
sake
I
've
told
a
plausible
lie
at
the
club
...
"
I
flung
the
letter
aside
and
started
looking
through
the
batch
on
my
table
,
till
I
came
upon
Jim
's
handwriting
.
Would
you
believe
it
?
One
chance
in
a
hundred
!
But
it
is
always
that
hundredth
chance
!
That
little
second
engineer
of
the
Patna
had
turned
up
in
a
more
or
less
destitute
state
,
and
got
a
temporary
job
of
looking
after
the
machinery
of
the
mill
.
"
I
could
n't
stand
the
familiarity
of
the
little
beast
,
"
Jim
wrote
from
a
seaport
seven
hundred
miles
south
of
the
place
where
he
should
have
been
in
clover
.
"
I
am
now
for
the
time
with
Egstrom
&
Blake
,
ship-chandlers
,
as
their
--
well
--
runner
,
to
call
the
thing
by
its
right
name
.
For
reference
I
gave
them
your
name
,
which
they
know
of
course
,
and
if
you
could
write
a
word
in
my
favour
it
would
be
a
permanent
employment
.
