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I
suppose
he
made
straight
enough
for
the
place
where
he
wanted
to
get
to
,
but
his
progress
with
one
shoulder
carried
forward
seemed
oblique
.
He
was
often
seen
circling
slowly
amongst
the
sheds
,
as
if
following
a
scent
;
passing
before
the
verandah
with
upward
stealthy
glances
;
disappearing
without
haste
round
the
corner
of
some
hut
.
That
he
seemed
free
of
the
place
demonstrated
Jim
's
absurd
carelessness
or
else
his
infinite
disdain
,
for
Cornelius
had
played
a
very
dubious
part
(
to
say
the
least
of
it
)
in
a
certain
episode
which
might
have
ended
fatally
for
Jim
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
it
had
redounded
to
his
glory
.
But
everything
redounded
to
his
glory
;
and
it
was
the
irony
of
his
good
fortune
that
he
,
who
had
been
too
careful
of
it
once
,
seemed
to
bear
a
charmed
life
.
'
You
must
know
he
had
left
Doramin
's
place
very
soon
after
his
arrival
--
much
too
soon
,
in
fact
,
for
his
safety
,
and
of
course
a
long
time
before
the
war
.
In
this
he
was
actuated
by
a
sense
of
duty
;
he
had
to
look
after
Stein
's
business
,
he
said
.
Had
n't
he
?
To
that
end
,
with
an
utter
disregard
of
his
personal
safety
,
he
crossed
the
river
and
took
up
his
quarters
with
Cornelius
.
How
the
latter
had
managed
to
exist
through
the
troubled
times
I
ca
n't
say
.
As
Stein
's
agent
,
after
all
,
he
must
have
had
Doramin
's
protection
in
a
measure
;
and
in
one
way
or
another
he
had
managed
to
wriggle
through
all
the
deadly
complications
,
while
I
have
no
doubt
that
his
conduct
,
whatever
line
he
was
forced
to
take
,
was
marked
by
that
abjectness
which
was
like
the
stamp
of
the
man
.
That
was
his
characteristic
;
he
was
fundamentally
and
outwardly
abject
,
as
other
men
are
markedly
of
a
generous
,
distinguished
,
or
venerable
appearance
.
It
was
the
element
of
his
nature
which
permeated
all
his
acts
and
passions
and
emotions
;
he
raged
abjectly
,
smiled
abjectly
,
was
abjectly
sad
;
his
civilities
and
his
indignations
were
alike
abject
.
I
am
sure
his
love
would
have
been
the
most
abject
of
sentiments
--
but
can
one
imagine
a
loathsome
insect
in
love
?
And
his
loathsomeness
,
too
,
was
abject
,
so
that
a
simply
disgusting
person
would
have
appeared
noble
by
his
side
.
He
has
his
place
neither
in
the
background
nor
in
the
foreground
of
the
story
;
he
is
simply
seen
skulking
on
its
outskirts
,
enigmatical
and
unclean
,
tainting
the
fragrance
of
its
youth
and
of
its
naiveness
.
'
His
position
in
any
case
could
not
have
been
other
than
extremely
miserable
,
yet
it
may
very
well
be
that
he
found
some
advantages
in
it
.
Jim
told
me
he
had
been
received
at
first
with
an
abject
display
of
the
most
amicable
sentiments
.
"
The
fellow
apparently
could
n't
contain
himself
for
joy
,
"
said
Jim
with
disgust
.
"
He
flew
at
me
every
morning
to
shake
both
my
hands
--
confound
him
!
--
but
I
could
never
tell
whether
there
would
be
any
breakfast
.
If
I
got
three
meals
in
two
days
I
considered
myself
jolly
lucky
,
and
he
made
me
sign
a
chit
for
ten
dollars
every
week
.
Said
he
was
sure
Mr.
Stein
did
not
mean
him
to
keep
me
for
nothing
.
Well
--
he
kept
me
on
nothing
as
near
as
possible
.
Put
it
down
to
the
unsettled
state
of
the
country
,
and
made
as
if
to
tear
his
hair
out
,
begging
my
pardon
twenty
times
a
day
,
so
that
I
had
at
last
to
entreat
him
not
to
worry
.
It
made
me
sick
.
Half
the
roof
of
his
house
had
fallen
in
,
and
the
whole
place
had
a
mangy
look
,
with
wisps
of
dry
grass
sticking
out
and
the
corners
of
broken
mats
flapping
on
every
wall
.
He
did
his
best
to
make
out
that
Mr.
Stein
owed
him
money
on
the
last
three
years
'
trading
,
but
his
books
were
all
torn
,
and
some
were
missing
.
He
tried
to
hint
it
was
his
late
wife
's
fault
.
Disgusting
scoundrel
!
At
last
I
had
to
forbid
him
to
mention
his
late
wife
at
all
.
It
made
Jewel
cry
.
I
could
n't
discover
what
became
of
all
the
trade-goods
;
there
was
nothing
in
the
store
but
rats
,
having
a
high
old
time
amongst
a
litter
of
brown
paper
and
old
sacking
.
I
was
assured
on
every
hand
that
he
had
a
lot
of
money
buried
somewhere
,
but
of
course
could
get
nothing
out
of
him
.
It
was
the
most
miserable
existence
I
led
there
in
that
wretched
house
.
I
tried
to
do
my
duty
by
Stein
,
but
I
had
also
other
matters
to
think
of
.
When
I
escaped
to
Doramin
old
Tunku
Allang
got
frightened
and
returned
all
my
things
.
It
was
done
in
a
roundabout
way
,
and
with
no
end
of
mystery
,
through
a
Chinaman
who
keeps
a
small
shop
here
;
but
as
soon
as
I
left
the
Bugis
quarter
and
went
to
live
with
Cornelius
it
began
to
be
said
openly
that
the
Rajah
had
made
up
his
mind
to
have
me
killed
before
long
.
Pleasant
,
was
n't
it
?
And
I
could
n't
see
what
there
was
to
prevent
him
if
he
really
had
made
up
his
mind
The
worst
of
it
was
,
I
could
n't
help
feeling
I
was
n't
doing
any
good
either
for
Stein
or
for
myself
.
Oh
!
it
was
beastly
--
the
whole
six
weeks
of
it
.
"'
'
He
told
me
further
that
he
did
n't
know
what
made
him
hang
on
--
but
of
course
we
may
guess
.
He
sympathised
deeply
with
the
defenceless
girl
,
at
the
mercy
of
that
"
mean
,
cowardly
scoundrel
.
"
It
appears
Cornelius
led
her
an
awful
life
,
stopping
only
short
of
actual
ill-usage
,
for
which
he
had
not
the
pluck
,
I
suppose
.
He
insisted
upon
her
calling
him
father
--
"
and
with
respect
too
--
with
respect
,
"
he
would
scream
,
shaking
a
little
yellow
fist
in
her
face
.
"
I
am
a
respectable
man
,
and
what
are
you
?
Tell
me
--
what
are
you
?
You
think
I
am
going
to
bring
up
somebody
else
's
child
and
not
be
treated
with
respect
?
You
ought
to
be
glad
I
let
you
.
Come
--
say
Yes
,
father
...
No
?
...
You
wait
a
bit
.
"
Thereupon
he
would
begin
to
abuse
the
dead
woman
,
till
the
girl
would
run
off
with
her
hands
to
her
head
.
He
pursued
her
,
dashing
in
and
out
and
round
the
house
and
amongst
the
sheds
,
would
drive
her
into
some
corner
,
where
she
would
fall
on
her
knees
stopping
her
ears
,
and
then
he
would
stand
at
a
distance
and
declaim
filthy
denunciations
at
her
back
for
half
an
hour
at
a
stretch
.
"
Your
mother
was
a
devil
,
a
deceitful
devil
--
and
you
too
are
a
devil
,
"
he
would
shriek
in
a
final
outburst
,
pick
up
a
bit
of
dry
earth
or
a
handful
of
mud
(
there
was
plenty
of
mud
around
the
house
)
,
and
fling
it
into
her
hair
.
Sometimes
,
though
,
she
would
hold
out
full
of
scorn
,
confronting
him
in
silence
,
her
face
sombre
and
contracted
,
and
only
now
and
then
uttering
a
word
or
two
that
would
make
the
other
jump
and
writhe
with
the
sting
.
Jim
told
me
these
scenes
were
terrible
.
It
was
indeed
a
strange
thing
to
come
upon
in
a
wilderness
.
The
endlessness
of
such
a
subtly
cruel
situation
was
appalling
--
if
you
think
of
it
.
The
respectable
Cornelius
(
Inchi
'
Nelyus
the
Malays
called
him
,
with
a
grimace
that
meant
many
things
)
was
a
much-disappointed
man
.
I
do
n't
know
what
he
had
expected
would
be
done
for
him
in
consideration
of
his
marriage
;
but
evidently
the
liberty
to
steal
,
and
embezzle
,
and
appropriate
to
himself
for
many
years
and
in
any
way
that
suited
him
best
,
the
goods
of
Stein
's
Trading
Company
(
Stein
kept
the
supply
up
unfalteringly
as
long
as
he
could
get
his
skippers
to
take
it
there
)
did
not
seem
to
him
a
fair
equivalent
for
the
sacrifice
of
his
honourable
name
.
Jim
would
have
enjoyed
exceedingly
thrashing
Cornelius
within
an
inch
of
his
life
;
on
the
other
hand
,
the
scenes
were
of
so
painful
a
character
,
so
abominable
,
that
his
impulse
would
be
to
get
out
of
earshot
,
in
order
to
spare
the
girl
's
feelings
.
They
left
her
agitated
,
speechless
,
clutching
her
bosom
now
and
then
with
a
stony
,
desperate
face
,
and
then
Jim
would
lounge
up
and
say
unhappily
,
"
Now
--
come
--
really
--
what
's
the
use
--
you
must
try
to
eat
a
bit
,
"
or
give
some
such
mark
of
sympathy
.
Cornelius
would
keep
on
slinking
through
the
doorways
,
across
the
verandah
and
back
again
,
as
mute
as
a
fish
,
and
with
malevolent
,
mistrustful
,
underhand
glances
.
"
I
can
stop
his
game
,
"
Jim
said
to
her
once
.
"
Just
say
the
word
.
"
And
do
you
know
what
she
answered
?
She
said
--
Jim
told
me
impressively
--
that
if
she
had
not
been
sure
he
was
intensely
wretched
himself
,
she
would
have
found
the
courage
to
kill
him
with
her
own
hands
.
"
Just
fancy
that
!
The
poor
devil
of
a
girl
,
almost
a
child
,
being
driven
to
talk
like
that
,
"
he
exclaimed
in
horror
.
It
seemed
impossible
to
save
her
not
only
from
that
mean
rascal
but
even
from
herself
!
It
was
n't
that
he
pitied
her
so
much
,
he
affirmed
;
it
was
more
than
pity
;
it
was
as
if
he
had
something
on
his
conscience
,
while
that
life
went
on
.
To
leave
the
house
would
have
appeared
a
base
desertion
.
He
had
understood
at
last
that
there
was
nothing
to
expect
from
a
longer
stay
,
neither
accounts
nor
money
,
nor
truth
of
any
sort
,
but
he
stayed
on
,
exasperating
Cornelius
to
the
verge
,
I
wo
n't
say
of
insanity
,
but
almost
of
courage
.
Meantime
he
felt
all
sorts
of
dangers
gathering
obscurely
about
him
.
Doramin
had
sent
over
twice
a
trusty
servant
to
tell
him
seriously
that
he
could
do
nothing
for
his
safety
unless
he
would
recross
the
river
again
and
live
amongst
the
Bugis
as
at
first
.
People
of
every
condition
used
to
call
,
often
in
the
dead
of
night
,
in
order
to
disclose
to
him
plots
for
his
assassination
.
He
was
to
be
poisoned
.
He
was
to
be
stabbed
in
the
bath-house
.
Arrangements
were
being
made
to
have
him
shot
from
a
boat
on
the
river
.
Each
of
these
informants
professed
himself
to
be
his
very
good
friend
.
It
was
enough
--
he
told
me
--
to
spoil
a
fellow
's
rest
for
ever
.
Something
of
the
kind
was
extremely
possible
--
nay
,
probable
--
but
the
lying
warnings
gave
him
only
the
sense
of
deadly
scheming
going
on
all
around
him
,
on
all
sides
,
in
the
dark
.
Nothing
more
calculated
to
shake
the
best
of
nerve
.
Finally
,
one
night
,
Cornelius
himself
,
with
a
great
apparatus
of
alarm
and
secrecy
,
unfolded
in
solemn
wheedling
tones
a
little
plan
wherein
for
one
hundred
dollars
--
or
even
for
eighty
;
let
's
say
eighty
--
he
,
Cornelius
,
would
procure
a
trustworthy
man
to
smuggle
Jim
out
of
the
river
,
all
safe
.
There
was
nothing
else
for
it
now
--
if
Jim
cared
a
pin
for
his
life
.
What
's
eighty
dollars
?
A
trifle
.
An
insignificant
sum
.
While
he
,
Cornelius
,
who
had
to
remain
behind
,
was
absolutely
courting
death
by
this
proof
of
devotion
to
Mr.
Stein
's
young
friend
.
The
sight
of
his
abject
grimacing
was
--
Jim
told
me
--
very
hard
to
bear
:
he
clutched
at
his
hair
,
beat
his
breast
,
rocked
himself
to
and
fro
with
his
hands
pressed
to
his
stomach
,
and
actually
pretended
to
shed
tears
.
"
Your
blood
be
on
your
own
head
,
"
he
squeaked
at
last
,
and
rushed
out
.
It
is
a
curious
question
how
far
Cornelius
was
sincere
in
that
performance
.
Jim
confessed
to
me
that
he
did
not
sleep
a
wink
after
the
fellow
had
gone
.
He
lay
on
his
back
on
a
thin
mat
spread
over
the
bamboo
flooring
,
trying
idly
to
make
out
the
bare
rafters
,
and
listening
to
the
rustlings
in
the
torn
thatch
.
A
star
suddenly
twinkled
through
a
hole
in
the
roof
.
His
brain
was
in
a
whirl
;
but
,
nevertheless
,
it
was
on
that
very
night
that
he
matured
his
plan
for
overcoming
Sherif
Ali
.
