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She
made
me
believe
her
,
but
there
is
no
word
that
on
my
lips
could
render
the
effect
of
the
headlong
and
vehement
whisper
,
of
the
soft
,
passionate
tones
,
of
the
sudden
breathless
pause
and
the
appealing
movement
of
the
white
arms
extended
swiftly
.
They
fell
;
the
ghostly
figure
swayed
like
a
slender
tree
in
the
wind
,
the
pale
oval
of
the
face
drooped
;
it
was
impossible
to
distinguish
her
features
,
the
darkness
of
the
eyes
was
unfathomable
;
two
wide
sleeves
uprose
in
the
dark
like
unfolding
wings
,
and
she
stood
silent
,
holding
her
head
in
her
hands
.
'
'
Iwas
immensely
touched
:
her
youth
,
her
ignorance
,
her
pretty
beauty
,
which
had
the
simple
charm
and
the
delicate
vigour
of
a
wild
flower
,
her
pathetic
pleading
,
her
helplessness
,
appealed
to
me
with
almost
the
strength
of
her
own
unreasonable
and
natural
fear
.
She
feared
the
unknown
as
we
all
do
,
and
her
ignorance
made
the
unknown
infinitely
vast
.
I
stood
for
it
,
for
myself
,
for
you
fellows
,
for
all
the
world
that
neither
cared
for
Jim
nor
needed
him
in
the
least
.
I
would
have
been
ready
enough
to
answer
for
the
indifference
of
the
teeming
earth
but
for
the
reflection
that
he
too
belonged
to
this
mysterious
unknown
of
her
fears
,
and
that
,
however
much
I
stood
for
,
I
did
not
stand
for
him
.
This
made
me
hesitate
.
A
murmur
of
hopeless
pain
unsealed
my
lips
.
I
began
by
protesting
that
I
at
least
had
come
with
no
intention
to
take
Jim
away
.
'
Why
did
I
come
,
then
?
After
a
slight
movement
she
was
as
still
as
a
marble
statue
in
the
night
.
I
tried
to
explain
briefly
:
friendship
,
business
;
if
I
had
any
wish
in
the
matter
it
was
rather
to
see
him
stay
...
"
They
always
leave
us
,
"
she
murmured
.
The
breath
of
sad
wisdom
from
the
grave
which
her
piety
wreathed
with
flowers
seemed
to
pass
in
a
faint
sigh
...
Nothing
,
I
said
,
could
separate
Jim
from
her
.
'
It
is
my
firm
conviction
now
;
it
was
my
conviction
at
the
time
;
it
was
the
only
possible
conclusion
from
the
facts
of
the
case
.
It
was
not
made
more
certain
by
her
whispering
in
a
tone
in
which
one
speaks
to
oneself
,
"
He
swore
this
to
me
.
"
"
Did
you
ask
him
?
"
I
said
.
'
She
made
a
step
nearer
.
"
No
.
Never
!
"
She
had
asked
him
only
to
go
away
.
It
was
that
night
on
the
river-bank
,
after
he
had
killed
the
man
--
after
she
had
flung
the
torch
in
the
water
because
he
was
looking
at
her
so
.
There
was
too
much
light
,
and
the
danger
was
over
then
--
for
a
little
time
--
for
a
little
time
.
He
said
then
he
would
not
abandon
her
to
Cornelius
.
She
had
insisted
.
She
wanted
him
to
leave
her
.
He
said
that
he
could
not
--
that
it
was
impossible
.
He
trembled
while
he
said
this
.
She
had
felt
him
tremble
...
One
does
not
require
much
imagination
to
see
the
scene
,
almost
to
hear
their
whispers
.
She
was
afraid
for
him
too
.
I
believe
that
then
she
saw
in
him
only
a
predestined
victim
of
dangers
which
she
understood
better
than
himself
.
Though
by
nothing
but
his
mere
presence
he
had
mastered
her
heart
,
had
filled
all
her
thoughts
,
and
had
possessed
himself
of
all
her
affections
,
she
underestimated
his
chances
of
success
.
It
is
obvious
that
at
about
that
time
everybody
was
inclined
to
underestimate
his
chances
.
Strictly
speaking
he
did
n't
seem
to
have
any
.
I
know
this
was
Cornelius
's
view
.
He
confessed
that
much
to
me
in
extenuation
of
the
shady
part
he
had
played
in
Sherif
Ali
's
plot
to
do
away
with
the
infidel
.
Even
Sherif
Ali
himself
,
as
it
seems
certain
now
,
had
nothing
but
contempt
for
the
white
man
.
Jim
was
to
be
murdered
mainly
on
religious
grounds
,
I
believe
.
A
simple
act
of
piety
(
and
so
far
infinitely
meritorious
)
,
but
otherwise
without
much
importance
.
In
the
last
part
of
this
opinion
Cornelius
concurred
.
"
Honourable
sir
,
"
he
argued
abjectly
on
the
only
occasion
he
managed
to
have
me
to
himself
--
"
honourable
sir
,
how
was
I
to
know
?
Who
was
he
?
What
could
he
do
to
make
people
believe
him
?
What
did
Mr.
Stein
mean
sending
a
boy
like
that
to
talk
big
to
an
old
servant
?
I
was
ready
to
save
him
for
eighty
dollars
.
Only
eighty
dollars
.
Why
did
n't
the
fool
go
?
Was
I
to
get
stabbed
myself
for
the
sake
of
a
stranger
?
"
He
grovelled
in
spirit
before
me
,
with
his
body
doubled
up
insinuatingly
and
his
hands
hovering
about
my
knees
,
as
though
he
were
ready
to
embrace
my
legs
.
"
What
's
eighty
dollars
?
An
insignificant
sum
to
give
to
a
defenceless
old
man
ruined
for
life
by
a
deceased
she-devil
.
"
Here
he
wept
.
But
I
anticipate
.
I
did
n't
that
night
chance
upon
Cornelius
till
I
had
had
it
out
with
the
girl
.
'
She
was
unselfish
when
she
urged
Jim
to
leave
her
,
and
even
to
leave
the
country
.
It
was
his
danger
that
was
foremost
in
her
thoughts
--
even
if
she
wanted
to
save
herself
too
--
perhaps
unconsciously
:
but
then
look
at
the
warning
she
had
,
look
at
the
lesson
that
could
be
drawn
from
every
moment
of
the
recently
ended
life
in
which
all
her
memories
were
centred
.
She
fell
at
his
feet
--
she
told
me
so
--
there
by
the
river
,
in
the
discreet
light
of
stars
which
showed
nothing
except
great
masses
of
silent
shadows
,
indefinite
open
spaces
,
and
trembling
faintly
upon
the
broad
stream
made
it
appear
as
wide
as
the
sea
.
He
had
lifted
her
up
.
He
lifted
her
up
,
and
then
she
would
struggle
no
more
.
Of
course
not
.
Strong
arms
,
a
tender
voice
,
a
stalwart
shoulder
to
rest
her
poor
lonely
little
head
upon
.
The
need
--
the
infinite
need
--
of
all
this
for
the
aching
heart
,
for
the
bewildered
mind
;
--
the
promptings
of
youth
--
the
necessity
of
the
moment
.
What
would
you
have
?
One
understands
--
unless
one
is
incapable
of
understanding
anything
under
the
sun
.
And
so
she
was
content
to
be
lifted
up
--
and
held
.
"
You
know
--
Jove
!
this
is
serious
--
no
nonsense
in
it
!
"
as
Jim
had
whispered
hurriedly
with
a
troubled
concerned
face
on
the
threshold
of
his
house
.
I
do
n't
know
so
much
about
nonsense
,
but
there
was
nothing
light-hearted
in
their
romance
:
they
came
together
under
the
shadow
of
a
life
's
disaster
,
like
knight
and
maiden
meeting
to
exchange
vows
amongst
haunted
ruins
.
The
starlight
was
good
enough
for
that
story
,
a
light
so
faint
and
remote
that
it
can
not
resolve
shadows
into
shapes
,
and
show
the
other
shore
of
a
stream
.
I
did
look
upon
the
stream
that
night
and
from
the
very
place
;
it
rolled
silent
and
as
black
as
Styx
:
the
next
day
I
went
away
,
but
I
am
not
likely
to
forget
what
it
was
she
wanted
to
be
saved
from
when
she
entreated
him
to
leave
her
while
there
was
time
.
She
told
me
what
it
was
,
calmed
--
she
was
now
too
passionately
interested
for
mere
excitement
--
in
a
voice
as
quiet
in
the
obscurity
as
her
white
half-lost
figure
.
She
told
me
,
"
I
did
n't
want
to
die
weeping
.
"
I
thought
I
had
not
heard
aright
.
"'
You
did
not
want
to
die
weeping
?
"
I
repeated
after
her
.
"
Like
my
mother
,
"
she
added
readily
.
The
outlines
of
her
white
shape
did
not
stir
in
the
least
.
"
My
mother
had
wept
bitterly
before
she
died
,
"
she
explained
.
An
inconceivable
calmness
seemed
to
have
risen
from
the
ground
around
us
,
imperceptibly
,
like
the
still
rise
of
a
flood
in
the
night
,
obliterating
the
familiar
landmarks
of
emotions
.
There
came
upon
me
,
as
though
I
had
felt
myself
losing
my
footing
in
the
midst
of
waters
,
a
sudden
dread
,
the
dread
of
the
unknown
depths
.
She
went
on
explaining
that
,
during
the
last
moments
,
being
alone
with
her
mother
,
she
had
to
leave
the
side
of
the
couch
to
go
and
set
her
back
against
the
door
,
in
order
to
keep
Cornelius
out
.
He
desired
to
get
in
,
and
kept
on
drumming
with
both
fists
,
only
desisting
now
and
again
to
shout
huskily
,
"
Let
me
in
!
Let
me
in
!
Let
me
in
!
"
In
a
far
corner
upon
a
few
mats
the
moribund
woman
,
already
speechless
and
unable
to
lift
her
arm
,
rolled
her
head
over
,
and
with
a
feeble
movement
of
her
hand
seemed
to
command
--
"
No
!
No
!
"
and
the
obedient
daughter
,
setting
her
shoulders
with
all
her
strength
against
the
door
,
was
looking
on
.
"
The
tears
fell
from
her
eyes
--
and
then
she
died
,
"
concluded
the
girl
in
an
imperturbable
monotone
,
which
more
than
anything
else
,
more
than
the
white
statuesque
immobility
of
her
person
,
more
than
mere
words
could
do
,
troubled
my
mind
profoundly
with
the
passive
,
irremediable
horror
of
the
scene
.
It
had
the
power
to
drive
me
out
of
my
conception
of
existence
,
out
of
that
shelter
each
of
us
makes
for
himself
to
creep
under
in
moments
of
danger
,
as
a
tortoise
withdraws
within
its
shell
.
