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Marlow
paused
,
crossed
his
arms
on
his
breast
,
and
in
a
changed
tone
--
'
She
said
we
lied
.
Poor
soul
!
Well
--
let
's
leave
it
to
Chance
,
whose
ally
is
Time
,
that
can
not
be
hurried
,
and
whose
enemy
is
Death
,
that
will
not
wait
.
I
had
retreated
--
a
little
cowed
,
I
must
own
.
I
had
tried
a
fall
with
fear
itself
and
got
thrown
--
of
course
.
I
had
only
succeeded
in
adding
to
her
anguish
the
hint
of
some
mysterious
collusion
,
of
an
inexplicable
and
incomprehensible
conspiracy
to
keep
her
for
ever
in
the
dark
.
And
it
had
come
easily
,
naturally
,
unavoidably
,
by
his
act
,
by
her
own
act
!
It
was
as
though
I
had
been
shown
the
working
of
the
implacable
destiny
of
which
we
are
the
victims
--
and
the
tools
.
It
was
appalling
to
think
of
the
girl
whom
I
had
left
standing
there
motionless
;
Jim
's
footsteps
had
a
fateful
sound
as
he
tramped
by
,
without
seeing
me
,
in
his
heavy
laced
boots
.
"
What
?
No
lights
!
"
he
said
in
a
loud
,
surprised
voice
.
"
What
are
you
doing
in
the
dark
--
you
two
?
"
Next
moment
he
caught
sight
of
her
,
I
suppose
.
"
Hallo
,
girl
!
"
he
cried
cheerily
.
"
Hallo
,
boy
!
"
she
answered
at
once
,
with
amazing
pluck
.
'
This
was
their
usual
greeting
to
each
other
,
and
the
bit
of
swagger
she
would
put
into
her
rather
high
but
sweet
voice
was
very
droll
,
pretty
,
and
childlike
.
It
delighted
Jim
greatly
.
This
was
the
last
occasion
on
which
I
heard
them
exchange
this
familiar
hail
,
and
it
struck
a
chill
into
my
heart
.
There
was
the
high
sweet
voice
,
the
pretty
effort
,
the
swagger
;
but
it
all
seemed
to
die
out
prematurely
,
and
the
playful
call
sounded
like
a
moan
.
It
was
too
confoundedly
awful
.
"
What
have
you
done
with
Marlow
?
"
Jim
was
asking
;
and
then
,
"
Gone
down
--
has
he
?
Funny
I
did
n't
meet
him
...
You
there
,
Marlow
?
"
'
I
did
n't
answer
.
I
was
n't
going
in
--
not
yet
at
any
rate
.
I
really
could
n't
.
While
he
was
calling
me
I
was
engaged
in
making
my
escape
through
a
little
gate
leading
out
upon
a
stretch
of
newly
cleared
ground
.
No
;
I
could
n't
face
them
yet
.
I
walked
hastily
with
lowered
head
along
a
trodden
path
.
The
ground
rose
gently
,
the
few
big
trees
had
been
felled
,
the
undergrowth
had
been
cut
down
and
the
grass
fired
.
He
had
a
mind
to
try
a
coffee-plantation
there
.
The
big
hill
,
rearing
its
double
summit
coal-black
in
the
clear
yellow
glow
of
the
rising
moon
,
seemed
to
cast
its
shadow
upon
the
ground
prepared
for
that
experiment
.
He
was
going
to
try
ever
so
many
experiments
;
I
had
admired
his
energy
,
his
enterprise
,
and
his
shrewdness
.
Nothing
on
earth
seemed
less
real
now
than
his
plans
,
his
energy
,
and
his
enthusiasm
;
and
raising
my
eyes
,
I
saw
part
of
the
moon
glittering
through
the
bushes
at
the
bottom
of
the
chasm
.
For
a
moment
it
looked
as
though
the
smooth
disc
,
falling
from
its
place
in
the
sky
upon
the
earth
,
had
rolled
to
the
bottom
of
that
precipice
:
its
ascending
movement
was
like
a
leisurely
rebound
;
it
disengaged
itself
from
the
tangle
of
twigs
;
the
bare
contorted
limb
of
some
tree
,
growing
on
the
slope
,
made
a
black
crack
right
across
its
face
.
It
threw
its
level
rays
afar
as
if
from
a
cavern
,
and
in
this
mournful
eclipse-like
light
the
stumps
of
felled
trees
uprose
very
dark
,
the
heavy
shadows
fell
at
my
feet
on
all
sides
,
my
own
moving
shadow
,
and
across
my
path
the
shadow
of
the
solitary
grave
perpetually
garlanded
with
flowers
.
In
the
darkened
moonlight
the
interlaced
blossoms
took
on
shapes
foreign
to
one
's
memory
and
colours
indefinable
to
the
eye
,
as
though
they
had
been
special
flowers
gathered
by
no
man
,
grown
not
in
this
world
,
and
destined
for
the
use
of
the
dead
alone
.
Their
powerful
scent
hung
in
the
warm
air
,
making
it
thick
and
heavy
like
the
fumes
of
incense
.
The
lumps
of
white
coral
shone
round
the
dark
mound
like
a
chaplet
of
bleached
skulls
,
and
everything
around
was
so
quiet
that
when
I
stood
still
all
sound
and
all
movement
in
the
world
seemed
to
come
to
an
end
.
'
It
was
a
great
peace
,
as
if
the
earth
had
been
one
grave
,
and
for
a
time
I
stood
there
thinking
mostly
of
the
living
who
,
buried
in
remote
places
out
of
the
knowledge
of
mankind
,
still
are
fated
to
share
in
its
tragic
or
grotesque
miseries
.
In
its
noble
struggles
too
--
who
knows
?
The
human
heart
is
vast
enough
to
contain
all
the
world
.
It
is
valiant
enough
to
bear
the
burden
,
but
where
is
the
courage
that
would
cast
it
off
?
'
I
suppose
I
must
have
fallen
into
a
sentimental
mood
;
I
only
know
that
I
stood
there
long
enough
for
the
sense
of
utter
solitude
to
get
hold
of
me
so
completely
that
all
I
had
lately
seen
,
all
I
had
heard
,
and
the
very
human
speech
itself
,
seemed
to
have
passed
away
out
of
existence
,
living
only
for
a
while
longer
in
my
memory
,
as
though
I
had
been
the
last
of
mankind
.
It
was
a
strange
and
melancholy
illusion
,
evolved
half-consciously
like
all
our
illusions
,
which
I
suspect
only
to
be
visions
of
remote
unattainable
truth
,
seen
dimly
.
This
was
,
indeed
,
one
of
the
lost
,
forgotten
,
unknown
places
of
the
earth
;
I
had
looked
under
its
obscure
surface
;
and
I
felt
that
when
to-morrow
I
had
left
it
for
ever
,
it
would
slip
out
of
existence
,
to
live
only
in
my
memory
till
I
myself
passed
into
oblivion
.
I
have
that
feeling
about
me
now
;
perhaps
it
is
that
feeling
which
has
incited
me
to
tell
you
the
story
,
to
try
to
hand
over
to
you
,
as
it
were
,
its
very
existence
,
its
reality
--
the
truth
disclosed
in
a
moment
of
illusion
.
