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You
require
for
such
a
desperate
encounter
an
enchanted
and
poisoned
shaft
dipped
in
a
lie
too
subtle
to
be
found
on
earth
.
An
enterprise
for
a
dream
,
my
masters
!
'
I
began
my
exorcism
with
a
heavy
heart
,
with
a
sort
of
sullen
anger
in
it
too
.
Jim
's
voice
,
suddenly
raised
with
a
stern
intonation
,
carried
across
the
courtyard
,
reproving
the
carelessness
of
some
dumb
sinner
by
the
river-side
.
Nothing
--
I
said
,
speaking
in
a
distinct
murmur
--
there
could
be
nothing
,
in
that
unknown
world
she
fancied
so
eager
to
rob
her
of
her
happiness
,
there
was
nothing
,
neither
living
nor
dead
,
there
was
no
face
,
no
voice
,
no
power
,
that
could
tear
Jim
from
her
side
.
I
drew
breath
and
she
whispered
softly
,
"
He
told
me
so
.
"
"
He
told
you
the
truth
,
"
I
said
.
"
Nothing
,
"
she
sighed
out
,
and
abruptly
turned
upon
me
with
a
barely
audible
intensity
of
tone
:
"
Why
did
you
come
to
us
from
out
there
?
He
speaks
of
you
too
often
.
You
make
me
afraid
.
Do
you
--
do
you
want
him
?
"
A
sort
of
stealthy
fierceness
had
crept
into
our
hurried
mutters
.
"
I
shall
never
come
again
,
"
I
said
bitterly
.
"
And
I
do
n't
want
him
.
No
one
wants
him
.
"
"
No
one
,
"
she
repeated
in
a
tone
of
doubt
.
"
No
one
,
"
I
affirmed
,
feeling
myself
swayed
by
some
strange
excitement
.
"
You
think
him
strong
,
wise
,
courageous
,
great
--
why
not
believe
him
to
be
true
too
?
I
shall
go
to-morrow
--
and
that
is
the
end
.
You
shall
never
be
troubled
by
a
voice
from
there
again
.
This
world
you
do
n't
know
is
too
big
to
miss
him
.
You
understand
?
Too
big
.
You
've
got
his
heart
in
your
hand
.
You
must
feel
that
.
You
must
know
that
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
that
,
"
she
breathed
out
,
hard
and
still
,
as
a
statue
might
whisper
.
'
I
felt
I
had
done
nothing
.
And
what
is
it
that
I
had
wished
to
do
?
I
am
not
sure
now
.
At
the
time
I
was
animated
by
an
inexplicable
ardour
,
as
if
before
some
great
and
necessary
task
--
the
influence
of
the
moment
upon
my
mental
and
emotional
state
.
There
are
in
all
our
lives
such
moments
,
such
influences
,
coming
from
the
outside
,
as
it
were
,
irresistible
,
incomprehensible
--
as
if
brought
about
by
the
mysterious
conjunctions
of
the
planets
.
She
owned
,
as
I
had
put
it
to
her
,
his
heart
.
She
had
that
and
everything
else
--
if
she
could
only
believe
it
.
What
I
had
to
tell
her
was
that
in
the
whole
world
there
was
no
one
who
ever
would
need
his
heart
,
his
mind
,
his
hand
.
It
was
a
common
fate
,
and
yet
it
seemed
an
awful
thing
to
say
of
any
man
.
She
listened
without
a
word
,
and
her
stillness
now
was
like
the
protest
of
an
invincible
unbelief
.
What
need
she
care
for
the
world
beyond
the
forests
?
I
asked
.
From
all
the
multitudes
that
peopled
the
vastness
of
that
unknown
there
would
come
,
I
assured
her
,
as
long
as
he
lived
,
neither
a
call
nor
a
sign
for
him
.
Never
.
I
was
carried
away
.
Never
!
Never
!
I
remember
with
wonder
the
sort
of
dogged
fierceness
I
displayed
.
I
had
the
illusion
of
having
got
the
spectre
by
the
throat
at
last
.
Indeed
the
whole
real
thing
has
left
behind
the
detailed
and
amazing
impression
of
a
dream
.
Why
should
she
fear
?
She
knew
him
to
be
strong
,
true
,
wise
,
brave
.
He
was
all
that
.
Certainly
.
He
was
more
He
was
great
--
invincible
--
and
the
world
did
not
want
him
,
it
had
forgotten
him
,
it
would
not
even
know
him
.
'
I
stopped
;
the
silence
over
Patusan
was
profound
,
and
the
feeble
dry
sound
of
a
paddle
striking
the
side
of
a
canoe
somewhere
in
the
middle
of
the
river
seemed
to
make
it
infinite
.
"
Why
?
"
she
murmured
.
I
felt
that
sort
of
rage
one
feels
during
a
hard
tussle
.
The
spectre
vas
trying
to
slip
out
of
my
grasp
.
"
Why
?
"
she
repeated
louder
;
"
tell
me
!
"
And
as
I
remained
confounded
,
she
stamped
with
her
foot
like
a
spoilt
child
.
"
Why
?
Speak
.
"
"
You
want
to
know
?
"
I
asked
in
a
fury
.
"
Yes
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Because
he
is
not
good
enough
,
"
I
said
brutally
.
During
the
moment
's
pause
I
noticed
the
fire
on
the
other
shore
blaze
up
,
dilating
the
circle
of
its
glow
like
an
amazed
stare
,
and
contract
suddenly
to
a
red
pin-point
.
I
only
knew
how
close
to
me
she
had
been
when
I
felt
the
clutch
of
her
fingers
on
my
forearm
.
Without
raising
her
voice
,
she
threw
into
it
an
infinity
of
scathing
contempt
,
bitterness
,
and
despair
.
"'
This
is
the
very
thing
he
said
...
You
lie
!
"
'
The
last
two
words
she
cried
at
me
in
the
native
dialect
.
"
Hear
me
out
!
"
I
entreated
.
She
caught
her
breath
tremulously
,
flung
my
arm
away
.
"
Nobody
,
nobody
is
good
enough
,
"
I
began
with
the
greatest
earnestness
.
I
could
hear
the
sobbing
labour
of
her
breath
frightfully
quickened
.
I
hung
my
head
.
What
was
the
use
?
Footsteps
were
approaching
;
I
slipped
away
without
another
word
...
'
Marlow
swung
his
legs
out
,
got
up
quickly
,
and
staggered
a
little
,
as
though
he
had
been
set
down
after
a
rush
through
space
.
He
leaned
his
back
against
the
balustrade
and
faced
a
disordered
array
of
long
cane
chairs
.
The
bodies
prone
in
them
seemed
startled
out
of
their
torpor
by
his
movement
.
One
or
two
sat
up
as
if
alarmed
;
here
and
there
a
cigar
glowed
yet
;
Marlow
looked
at
them
all
with
the
eyes
of
a
man
returning
from
the
excessive
remoteness
of
a
dream
.
A
throat
was
cleared
;
a
calm
voice
encouraged
negligently
,
'
Well
.
'
'
Nothing
,
'
said
Marlow
with
a
slight
start
.
'
He
had
told
her
--
that
's
all
.
She
did
not
believe
him
--
nothing
more
.
As
to
myself
,
I
do
not
know
whether
it
be
just
,
proper
,
decent
for
me
to
rejoice
or
to
be
sorry
.
For
my
part
,
I
can
not
say
what
I
believed
--
indeed
I
do
n't
know
to
this
day
,
and
never
shall
probably
.
But
what
did
the
poor
devil
believe
himself
?
Truth
shall
prevail
--
do
n't
you
know
.
Magna
est
veritas
et
...
Yes
,
when
it
gets
a
chance
.
There
is
a
law
,
no
doubt
--
and
likewise
a
law
regulates
your
luck
in
the
throwing
of
dice
.
It
is
not
Justice
the
servant
of
men
,
but
accident
,
hazard
,
Fortune
--
the
ally
of
patient
Time
--
that
holds
an
even
and
scrupulous
balance
.
Both
of
us
had
said
the
very
same
thing
.
Did
we
both
speak
the
truth
--
or
one
of
us
did
--
or
neither
?
...
'
