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If
he
had
thoroughly
understood
the
conditions
,
I
concluded
,
he
had
better
jump
into
the
first
gharry
he
could
see
and
drive
on
to
Stein
's
house
for
his
final
instructions
.
He
flung
out
of
the
room
before
I
had
fairly
finished
speaking
.
'
'
He
did
not
return
till
next
morning
.
He
had
been
kept
to
dinner
and
for
the
night
.
There
never
had
been
such
a
wonderful
man
as
Mr.
Stein
.
He
had
in
his
pocket
a
letter
for
Cornelius
(
"
the
Johnnie
who
's
going
to
get
the
sack
,
"
he
explained
,
with
a
momentary
drop
in
his
elation
)
,
and
he
exhibited
with
glee
a
silver
ring
,
such
as
natives
use
,
worn
down
very
thin
and
showing
faint
traces
of
chasing
.
'
This
was
his
introduction
to
an
old
chap
called
Doramin
--
one
of
the
principal
men
out
there
--
a
big
pot
--
who
had
been
Mr.
Stein
's
friend
in
that
country
where
he
had
all
these
adventures
.
Mr.
Stein
called
him
"
war-comrade
.
"
War-comrade
was
good
.
Was
n't
it
?
And
did
n't
Mr.
Stein
speak
English
wonderfully
well
?
Said
he
had
learned
it
in
Celebes
--
of
all
places
!
That
was
awfully
funny
.
Was
it
not
?
He
did
speak
with
an
accent
--
a
twang
--
did
I
notice
?
That
chap
Doramin
had
given
him
the
ring
.
They
had
exchanged
presents
when
they
parted
for
the
last
time
.
Sort
of
promising
eternal
friendship
.
He
called
it
fine
--
did
I
not
?
They
had
to
make
a
dash
for
dear
life
out
of
the
country
when
that
Mohammed
--
Mohammed
--
What
's
-
his-name
had
been
killed
.
I
knew
the
story
,
of
course
.
Seemed
a
beastly
shame
,
did
n't
it
?
...
'
He
ran
on
like
this
,
forgetting
his
plate
,
with
a
knife
and
fork
in
hand
(
he
had
found
me
at
tiffin
)
,
slightly
flushed
,
and
with
his
eyes
darkened
many
shades
,
which
was
with
him
a
sign
of
excitement
.
The
ring
was
a
sort
of
credential
--
(
"
It
's
like
something
you
read
of
in
books
,
"
he
threw
in
appreciatively
)
--
and
Doramin
would
do
his
best
for
him
.
Mr.
Stein
had
been
the
means
of
saving
that
chap
's
life
on
some
occasion
;
purely
by
accident
,
Mr.
Stein
had
said
,
but
he
--
Jim
--
had
his
own
opinion
about
that
.
Mr.
Stein
was
just
the
man
to
look
out
for
such
accidents
.
No
matter
.
Accident
or
purpose
,
this
would
serve
his
turn
immensely
.
Hoped
to
goodness
the
jolly
old
beggar
had
not
gone
off
the
hooks
meantime
.
Mr.
Stein
could
not
tell
.
There
had
been
no
news
for
more
than
a
year
;
they
were
kicking
up
no
end
of
an
all-fired
row
amongst
themselves
,
and
the
river
was
closed
.
Jolly
awkward
,
this
;
but
,
no
fear
;
he
would
manage
to
find
a
crack
to
get
in
.
'
He
impressed
,
almost
frightened
me
with
his
elated
rattle
.
He
was
voluble
like
a
youngster
on
the
eve
of
a
long
holiday
with
a
prospect
of
delightful
scrapes
,
and
such
an
attitude
of
mind
in
a
grown
man
and
in
this
connection
had
in
it
something
phenomenal
,
a
little
mad
,
dangerous
,
unsafe
.
I
was
on
the
point
of
entreating
him
to
take
things
seriously
when
he
dropped
his
knife
and
fork
(
he
had
begun
eating
,
or
rather
swallowing
food
,
as
it
were
,
unconsciously
)
,
and
began
a
search
all
round
his
plate
.
The
ring
!
The
ring
!
Where
the
devil
...
Ah
!
Here
it
was
...
He
closed
his
big
hand
on
it
,
and
tried
all
his
pockets
one
after
another
.
Jove
!
would
n't
do
to
lose
the
thing
.
He
meditated
gravely
over
his
fist
.
Had
it
?
Would
hang
the
bally
affair
round
his
neck
!
And
he
proceeded
to
do
this
immediately
,
producing
a
string
(
which
looked
like
a
bit
of
a
cotton
shoe-lace
)
for
the
purpose
.
There
!
That
would
do
the
trick
!
It
would
be
the
deuce
if
...
He
seemed
to
catch
sight
of
my
face
for
the
first
time
,
and
it
steadied
him
a
little
.
I
probably
did
n't
realise
,
he
said
with
a
naive
gravity
,
how
much
importance
he
attached
to
that
token
.
It
meant
a
friend
;
and
it
is
a
good
thing
to
have
a
friend
.
He
knew
something
about
that
.
He
nodded
at
me
expressively
,
but
before
my
disclaiming
gesture
he
leaned
his
head
on
his
hand
and
for
a
while
sat
silent
,
playing
thoughtfully
with
the
bread-crumbs
on
the
cloth
...
"
Slam
the
door
--
that
was
jolly
well
put
,
"
he
cried
,
and
jumping
up
,
began
to
pace
the
room
,
reminding
me
by
the
set
of
the
shoulders
,
the
turn
of
his
head
,
the
headlong
and
uneven
stride
,
of
that
night
when
he
had
paced
thus
,
confessing
,
explaining
--
what
you
will
--
but
,
in
the
last
instance
,
living
--
living
before
me
,
under
his
own
little
cloud
,
with
all
his
unconscious
subtlety
which
could
draw
consolation
from
the
very
source
of
sorrow
.
It
was
the
same
mood
,
the
same
and
different
,
like
a
fickle
companion
that
to-day
guiding
you
on
the
true
path
,
with
the
same
eyes
,
the
same
step
,
the
same
impulse
,
to-morrow
will
lead
you
hopelessly
astray
.
His
tread
was
assured
,
his
straying
,
darkened
eyes
seemed
to
search
the
room
for
something
.
One
of
his
footfalls
somehow
sounded
louder
than
the
other
--
the
fault
of
his
boots
probably
--
and
gave
a
curious
impression
of
an
invisible
halt
in
his
gait
.
One
of
his
hands
was
rammed
deep
into
his
trousers
'
pocket
,
the
other
waved
suddenly
above
his
head
.
"
Slam
the
door
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
I
've
been
waiting
for
that
.
I
'll
show
yet
...
I
'll
...
I
'm
ready
for
any
confounded
thing
...
I
've
been
dreaming
of
it
...
Jove
!
Get
out
of
this
.
Jove
!
This
is
luck
at
last
...
You
wait
.
I
'll
...
"
'
He
tossed
his
head
fearlessly
,
and
I
confess
that
for
the
first
and
last
time
in
our
acquaintance
I
perceived
myself
unexpectedly
to
be
thoroughly
sick
of
him
.
Why
these
vapourings
?
He
was
stumping
about
the
room
flourishing
his
arm
absurdly
,
and
now
and
then
feeling
on
his
breast
for
the
ring
under
his
clothes
.
Where
was
the
sense
of
such
exaltation
in
a
man
appointed
to
be
a
trading-clerk
,
and
in
a
place
where
there
was
no
trade
--
at
that
?
Why
hurl
defiance
at
the
universe
?
This
was
not
a
proper
frame
of
mind
to
approach
any
undertaking
;
an
improper
frame
of
mind
not
only
for
him
,
I
said
,
but
for
any
man
.
He
stood
still
over
me
.
Did
I
think
so
?
he
asked
,
by
no
means
subdued
,
and
with
a
smile
in
which
I
seemed
to
detect
suddenly
something
insolent
.
But
then
I
am
twenty
years
his
senior
.
Youth
is
insolent
;
it
is
its
right
--
its
necessity
;
it
has
got
to
assert
itself
,
and
all
assertion
in
this
world
of
doubts
is
a
defiance
,
is
an
insolence
.
He
went
off
into
a
far
corner
,
and
coming
back
,
he
,
figuratively
speaking
,
turned
to
rend
me
.
I
spoke
like
that
because
I
--
even
I
,
who
had
been
no
end
kind
to
him
--
even
I
remembered
--
remembered
--
against
him
--
what
--
what
had
happened
.
And
what
about
others
--
the
--
the
--
world
?
Where
's
the
wonder
he
wanted
to
get
out
,
meant
to
get
out
,
meant
to
stay
out
--
by
heavens
!
And
I
talked
about
proper
frames
of
mind
!
