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I
ask
myself
with
wonder
--
how
the
world
can
look
to
them
--
whether
it
has
the
shape
and
substance
we
know
,
the
air
we
breathe
!
Sometimes
I
fancy
it
must
be
a
region
of
unreasonable
sublimities
seething
with
the
excitement
of
their
adventurous
souls
,
lighted
by
the
glory
of
all
possible
risks
and
renunciations
.
However
,
I
suspect
there
are
very
few
women
in
the
world
,
though
of
course
I
am
aware
of
the
multitudes
of
mankind
and
of
the
equality
of
sexes
--
in
point
of
numbers
,
that
is
.
But
I
am
sure
that
the
mother
was
as
much
of
a
woman
as
the
daughter
seemed
to
be
.
I
can
not
help
picturing
to
myself
these
two
,
at
first
the
young
woman
and
the
child
,
then
the
old
woman
and
the
young
girl
,
the
awful
sameness
and
the
swift
passage
of
time
,
the
barrier
of
forest
,
the
solitude
and
the
turmoil
round
these
two
lonely
lives
,
and
every
word
spoken
between
them
penetrated
with
sad
meaning
.
There
must
have
been
confidences
,
not
so
much
of
fact
,
I
suppose
,
as
of
innermost
feelings
--
regrets
--
fears
--
warnings
,
no
doubt
:
warnings
that
the
younger
did
not
fully
understand
till
the
elder
was
dead
--
and
Jim
came
along
.
Then
I
am
sure
she
understood
much
--
not
everything
--
the
fear
mostly
,
it
seems
.
Jim
called
her
by
a
word
that
means
precious
,
in
the
sense
of
a
precious
gem
--
jewel
.
Pretty
,
is
n't
it
?
But
he
was
capable
of
anything
.
He
was
equal
to
his
fortune
,
as
he
--
after
all
--
must
have
been
equal
to
his
misfortune
.
Jewel
he
called
her
;
and
he
would
say
this
as
he
might
have
said
"
Jane
,
"
do
n't
you
know
--
with
a
marital
,
homelike
,
peaceful
effect
.
I
heard
the
name
for
the
first
time
ten
minutes
after
I
had
landed
in
his
courtyard
,
when
,
after
nearly
shaking
my
arm
off
,
he
darted
up
the
steps
and
began
to
make
a
joyous
,
boyish
disturbance
at
the
door
under
the
heavy
eaves
.
"
Jewel
!
O
Jewel
!
Quick
!
Here
's
a
friend
come
,
"
...
and
suddenly
peering
at
me
in
the
dim
verandah
,
he
mumbled
earnestly
,
"
You
know
--
this
--
no
confounded
nonsense
about
it
--
ca
n't
tell
you
how
much
I
owe
to
her
--
and
so
--
you
understand
--
I
--
exactly
as
if
.
.
"
His
hurried
,
anxious
whispers
were
cut
short
by
the
flitting
of
a
white
form
within
the
house
,
a
faint
exclamation
,
and
a
child-like
but
energetic
little
face
with
delicate
features
and
a
profound
,
attentive
glance
peeped
out
of
the
inner
gloom
,
like
a
bird
out
of
the
recess
of
a
nest
.
I
was
struck
by
the
name
,
of
course
;
but
it
was
not
till
later
on
that
I
connected
it
with
an
astonishing
rumour
that
had
met
me
on
my
journey
,
at
a
little
place
on
the
coast
about
230
miles
south
of
Patusan
River
.
Stein
's
schooner
,
in
which
I
had
my
passage
,
put
in
there
,
to
collect
some
produce
,
and
,
going
ashore
,
I
found
to
my
great
surprise
that
the
wretched
locality
could
boast
of
a
third-class
deputy-assistant
resident
,
a
big
,
fat
,
greasy
,
blinking
fellow
of
mixed
descent
,
with
turned-out
,
shiny
lips
.
I
found
him
lying
extended
on
his
back
in
a
cane
chair
,
odiously
unbuttoned
,
with
a
large
green
leaf
of
some
sort
on
the
top
of
his
steaming
head
,
and
another
in
his
hand
which
he
used
lazily
as
a
fan
...
Going
to
Patusan
?
Oh
yes
.
Stein
's
Trading
Company
.
He
knew
.
Had
a
permission
?
No
business
of
his
.
It
was
not
so
bad
there
now
,
he
remarked
negligently
,
and
,
he
went
on
drawling
,
"
There
's
some
sort
of
white
vagabond
has
got
in
there
,
I
hear
...
Eh
?
What
you
say
?
Friend
of
yours
?
So
!
...
Then
it
was
true
there
was
one
of
these
verdammte
--
What
was
he
up
to
?
Found
his
way
in
,
the
rascal
.
Eh
?
I
had
not
been
sure
.
Patusan
--
they
cut
throats
there
--
no
business
of
ours
.
"
He
interrupted
himself
to
groan
.
"
Phoo
!
Almighty
!
The
heat
!
The
heat
!
Well
,
then
,
there
might
be
something
in
the
story
too
,
after
all
,
and
...
"
He
shut
one
of
his
beastly
glassy
eyes
(
the
eyelid
went
on
quivering
)
while
he
leered
at
me
atrociously
with
the
other
.
"
Look
here
,
"
says
he
mysteriously
,
"
if
--
do
you
understand
?
--
if
he
has
really
got
hold
of
something
fairly
good
--
none
of
your
bits
of
green
glass
--
understand
?
--
I
am
a
Government
official
--
you
tell
the
rascal
.
.
.
Eh
?
What
?
Friend
of
yours
?
"
...
He
continued
wallowing
calmly
in
the
chair
...
"
You
said
so
;
that
's
just
it
;
and
I
am
pleased
to
give
you
the
hint
.
I
suppose
you
too
would
like
to
get
something
out
of
it
?
Do
n't
interrupt
.
You
just
tell
him
I
've
heard
the
tale
,
but
to
my
Government
I
have
made
no
report
.
Not
yet
.
See
?
Why
make
a
report
?
Eh
?
Tell
him
to
come
to
me
if
they
let
him
get
alive
out
of
the
country
.
He
had
better
look
out
for
himself
.
Eh
?
I
promise
to
ask
no
questions
.
On
the
quiet
--
you
understand
?
You
too
--
you
shall
get
something
from
me
.
Small
commission
for
the
trouble
.
Do
n't
interrupt
.
I
am
a
Government
official
,
and
make
no
report
.
That
's
business
.
Understand
?
I
know
some
good
people
that
will
buy
anything
worth
having
,
and
can
give
him
more
money
than
the
scoundrel
ever
saw
in
his
life
.
I
know
his
sort
.
"
He
fixed
me
steadfastly
with
both
his
eyes
open
,
while
I
stood
over
him
utterly
amazed
,
and
asking
myself
whether
he
was
mad
or
drunk
.
He
perspired
,
puffed
,
moaning
feebly
,
and
scratching
himself
with
such
horrible
composure
that
I
could
not
bear
the
sight
long
enough
to
find
out
.
Next
day
,
talking
casually
with
the
people
of
the
little
native
court
of
the
place
,
I
discovered
that
a
story
was
travelling
slowly
down
the
coast
about
a
mysterious
white
man
in
Patusan
who
had
got
hold
of
an
extraordinary
gem
--
namely
,
an
emerald
of
an
enormous
size
,
and
altogether
priceless
.
The
emerald
seems
to
appeal
more
to
the
Eastern
imagination
than
any
other
precious
stone
.
The
white
man
had
obtained
it
,
I
was
told
,
partly
by
the
exercise
of
his
wonderful
strength
and
partly
by
cunning
,
from
the
ruler
of
a
distant
country
,
whence
he
had
fled
instantly
,
arriving
in
Patusan
in
utmost
distress
,
but
frightening
the
people
by
his
extreme
ferocity
,
which
nothing
seemed
able
to
subdue
.
Most
of
my
informants
were
of
the
opinion
that
the
stone
was
probably
unlucky
,
--
like
the
famous
stone
of
the
Sultan
of
Succadana
,
which
in
the
old
times
had
brought
wars
and
untold
calamities
upon
that
country
.
Perhaps
it
was
the
same
stone
--
one
could
n't
say
Indeed
the
story
of
a
fabulously
large
emerald
is
as
old
as
the
arrival
of
the
first
white
men
in
the
Archipelago
;
and
the
belief
in
it
is
so
persistent
that
less
than
forty
years
ago
there
had
been
an
official
Dutch
inquiry
into
the
truth
of
it
.
Such
a
jewel
--
it
was
explained
to
me
by
the
old
fellow
from
whom
I
heard
most
of
this
amazing
Jim-myth
--
a
sort
of
scribe
to
the
wretched
little
Rajah
of
the
place
;
--
such
a
jewel
,
he
said
,
cocking
his
poor
purblind
eyes
up
at
me
(
he
was
sitting
on
the
cabin
floor
out
of
respect
)
,
is
best
preserved
by
being
concealed
about
the
person
of
a
woman
.
Yet
it
is
not
every
woman
that
would
do
.
She
must
be
young
--
he
sighed
deeply
--
and
insensible
to
the
seductions
of
love
.
He
shook
his
head
sceptically
.
But
such
a
woman
seemed
to
be
actually
in
existence
.
He
had
been
told
of
a
tall
girl
,
whom
the
white
man
treated
with
great
respect
and
care
,
and
who
never
went
forth
from
the
house
unattended
.
People
said
the
white
man
could
be
seen
with
her
almost
any
day
;
they
walked
side
by
side
,
openly
,
he
holding
her
arm
under
his
--
pressed
to
his
side
--
thus
--
in
a
most
extraordinary
way
.
This
might
be
a
lie
,
he
conceded
,
for
it
was
indeed
a
strange
thing
for
any
one
to
do
:
on
the
other
hand
,
there
could
be
no
doubt
she
wore
the
white
man
's
jewel
concealed
upon
her
bosom
.
'
'
This
was
the
theory
of
Jim
's
marital
evening
walks
.
I
made
a
third
on
more
than
one
occasion
,
unpleasantly
aware
every
time
of
Cornelius
,
who
nursed
the
aggrieved
sense
of
his
legal
paternity
,
slinking
in
the
neighbourhood
with
that
peculiar
twist
of
his
mouth
as
if
he
were
perpetually
on
the
point
of
gnashing
his
teeth
.
But
do
you
notice
how
,
three
hundred
miles
beyond
the
end
of
telegraph
cables
and
mail-boat
lines
,
the
haggard
utilitarian
lies
of
our
civilisation
wither
and
die
,
to
be
replaced
by
pure
exercises
of
imagination
,
that
have
the
futility
,
often
the
charm
,
and
sometimes
the
deep
hidden
truthfulness
,
of
works
of
art
?
Romance
had
singled
Jim
for
its
own
--
and
that
was
the
true
part
of
the
story
,
which
otherwise
was
all
wrong
.
He
did
not
hide
his
jewel
.
In
fact
,
he
was
extremely
proud
of
it
.
'
It
comes
to
me
now
that
I
had
,
on
the
whole
,
seen
very
little
of
her
.
What
I
remember
best
is
the
even
,
olive
pallor
of
her
complexion
,
and
the
intense
blue-black
gleams
of
her
hair
,
flowing
abundantly
from
under
a
small
crimson
cap
she
wore
far
back
on
her
shapely
head
.
Her
movements
were
free
,
assured
,
and
she
blushed
a
dusky
red
.
While
Jim
and
I
were
talking
,
she
would
come
and
go
with
rapid
glances
at
us
,
leaving
on
her
passage
an
impression
of
grace
and
charm
and
a
distinct
suggestion
of
watchfulness
.
Her
manner
presented
a
curious
combination
of
shyness
and
audacity
.
Every
pretty
smile
was
succeeded
swiftly
by
a
look
of
silent
,
repressed
anxiety
,
as
if
put
to
flight
by
the
recollection
of
some
abiding
danger
.
At
times
she
would
sit
down
with
us
and
,
with
her
soft
cheek
dimpled
by
the
knuckles
of
her
little
hand
,
she
would
listen
to
our
talk
;
her
big
clear
eyes
would
remain
fastened
on
our
lips
,
as
though
each
pronounced
word
had
a
visible
shape
.
Her
mother
had
taught
her
to
read
and
write
;
she
had
learned
a
good
bit
of
English
from
Jim
,
and
she
spoke
it
most
amusingly
,
with
his
own
clipping
,
boyish
intonation
.
Her
tenderness
hovered
over
him
like
a
flutter
of
wings
.
She
lived
so
completely
in
his
contemplation
that
she
had
acquired
something
of
his
outward
aspect
,
something
that
recalled
him
in
her
movements
,
in
the
way
she
stretched
her
arm
,
turned
her
head
,
directed
her
glances
.
Her
vigilant
affection
had
an
intensity
that
made
it
almost
perceptible
to
the
senses
;
it
seemed
actually
to
exist
in
the
ambient
matter
of
space
,
to
envelop
him
like
a
peculiar
fragrance
,
to
dwell
in
the
sunshine
like
a
tremulous
,
subdued
,
and
impassioned
note
.
I
suppose
you
think
that
I
too
am
romantic
,
but
it
is
a
mistake
.
I
am
relating
to
you
the
sober
impressions
of
a
bit
of
youth
,
of
a
strange
uneasy
romance
that
had
come
in
my
way
.
I
observed
with
interest
the
work
of
his
--
well
--
good
fortune
.
He
was
jealously
loved
,
but
why
she
should
be
jealous
,
and
of
what
,
I
could
not
tell
.
The
land
,
the
people
,
the
forests
were
her
accomplices
,
guarding
him
with
vigilant
accord
,
with
an
air
of
seclusion
,
of
mystery
,
of
invincible
possession
.
There
was
no
appeal
,
as
it
were
;
he
was
imprisoned
within
the
very
freedom
of
his
power
,
and
she
,
though
ready
to
make
a
footstool
of
her
head
for
his
feet
,
guarded
her
conquest
inflexibly
--
as
though
he
were
hard
to
keep
.
The
very
Tamb
'
Itam
,
marching
on
our
journeys
upon
the
heels
of
his
white
lord
,
with
his
head
thrown
back
,
truculent
and
be-weaponed
like
a
janissary
,
with
kriss
,
chopper
,
and
lance
(
besides
carrying
Jim
's
gun
)
;
even
Tamb
'
Itam
allowed
himself
to
put
on
the
airs
of
uncompromising
guardianship
,
like
a
surly
devoted
jailer
ready
to
lay
down
his
life
for
his
captive
.
On
the
evenings
when
we
sat
up
late
,
his
silent
,
indistinct
form
would
pass
and
repass
under
the
verandah
,
with
noiseless
footsteps
,
or
lifting
my
head
I
would
unexpectedly
make
him
out
standing
rigidly
erect
in
the
shadow
.
As
a
general
rule
he
would
vanish
after
a
time
,
without
a
sound
;
but
when
we
rose
he
would
spring
up
close
to
us
as
if
from
the
ground
,
ready
for
any
orders
Jim
might
wish
to
give
.
The
girl
too
,
I
believe
,
never
went
to
sleep
till
we
had
separated
for
the
night
.
More
than
once
I
saw
her
and
Jim
through
the
window
of
my
room
come
out
together
quietly
and
lean
on
the
rough
balustrade
--
two
white
forms
very
close
,
his
arm
about
her
waist
,
her
head
on
his
shoulder
.
Their
soft
murmurs
reached
me
,
penetrating
,
tender
,
with
a
calm
sad
note
in
the
stillness
of
the
night
,
like
a
self-communion
of
one
being
carried
on
in
two
tones
.
Later
on
,
tossing
on
my
bed
under
the
mosquito-net
,
I
was
sure
to
hear
slight
creakings
,
faint
breathing
,
a
throat
cleared
cautiously
--
and
I
would
know
that
Tamb
'
Itam
was
still
on
the
prowl
.
Though
he
had
(
by
the
favour
of
the
white
lord
)
a
house
in
the
compound
,
had
"
taken
wife
,
"
and
had
lately
been
blessed
with
a
child
,
I
believe
that
,
during
my
stay
at
all
events
,
he
slept
on
the
verandah
every
night
.
It
was
very
difficult
to
make
this
faithful
and
grim
retainer
talk
.
Even
Jim
himself
was
answered
in
jerky
short
sentences
,
under
protest
as
it
were
.
Talking
,
he
seemed
to
imply
,
was
no
business
of
his
.
The
longest
speech
I
heard
him
volunteer
was
one
morning
when
,
suddenly
extending
his
hand
towards
the
courtyard
,
he
pointed
at
Cornelius
and
said
,
"
Here
comes
the
Nazarene
.
"
I
do
n't
think
he
was
addressing
me
,
though
I
stood
at
his
side
;
his
object
seemed
rather
to
awaken
the
indignant
attention
of
the
universe
.
Some
muttered
allusions
,
which
followed
,
to
dogs
and
the
smell
of
roast-meat
,
struck
me
as
singularly
felicitous
.
The
courtyard
,
a
large
square
space
,
was
one
torrid
blaze
of
sunshine
,
and
,
bathed
in
intense
light
,
Cornelius
was
creeping
across
in
full
view
with
an
inexpressible
effect
of
stealthiness
,
of
dark
and
secret
slinking
.
He
reminded
one
of
everything
that
is
unsavoury
.
His
slow
laborious
walk
resembled
the
creeping
of
a
repulsive
beetle
,
the
legs
alone
moving
with
horrid
industry
while
the
body
glided
evenly
.
