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'
Cornelius
broke
upon
it
.
He
bolted
out
,
vermin-like
,
from
the
long
grass
growing
in
a
depression
of
the
ground
.
I
believe
his
house
was
rotting
somewhere
near
by
,
though
I
've
never
seen
it
,
not
having
been
far
enough
in
that
direction
.
He
ran
towards
me
upon
the
path
;
his
feet
,
shod
in
dirty
white
shoes
,
twinkled
on
the
dark
earth
;
he
pulled
himself
up
,
and
began
to
whine
and
cringe
under
a
tall
stove-pipe
hat
.
His
dried-up
little
carcass
was
swallowed
up
,
totally
lost
,
in
a
suit
of
black
broadcloth
.
That
was
his
costume
for
holidays
and
ceremonies
,
and
it
reminded
me
that
this
was
the
fourth
Sunday
I
had
spent
in
Patusan
.
All
the
time
of
my
stay
I
had
been
vaguely
aware
of
his
desire
to
confide
in
me
,
if
he
only
could
get
me
all
to
himself
.
He
hung
about
with
an
eager
craving
look
on
his
sour
yellow
little
face
;
but
his
timidity
had
kept
him
back
as
much
as
my
natural
reluctance
to
have
anything
to
do
with
such
an
unsavoury
creature
.
He
would
have
succeeded
,
nevertheless
,
had
he
not
been
so
ready
to
slink
off
as
soon
as
you
looked
at
him
.
He
would
slink
off
before
Jim
's
severe
gaze
,
before
my
own
,
which
I
tried
to
make
indifferent
,
even
before
Tamb
'
Itam
's
surly
,
superior
glance
.
He
was
perpetually
slinking
away
;
whenever
seen
he
was
seen
moving
off
deviously
,
his
face
over
his
shoulder
,
with
either
a
mistrustful
snarl
or
a
woe-begone
,
piteous
,
mute
aspect
;
but
no
assumed
expression
could
conceal
this
innate
irremediable
abjectness
of
his
nature
,
any
more
than
an
arrangement
of
clothing
can
conceal
some
monstrous
deformity
of
the
body
.
'
I
do
n't
know
whether
it
was
the
demoralisation
of
my
utter
defeat
in
my
encounter
with
a
spectre
of
fear
less
than
an
hour
ago
,
but
I
let
him
capture
me
without
even
a
show
of
resistance
.
I
was
doomed
to
be
the
recipient
of
confidences
,
and
to
be
confronted
with
unanswerable
questions
.
It
was
trying
;
but
the
contempt
,
the
unreasoned
contempt
,
the
man
's
appearance
provoked
,
made
it
easier
to
bear
.
He
could
n't
possibly
matter
.
Nothing
mattered
,
since
I
had
made
up
my
mind
that
Jim
,
for
whom
alone
I
cared
,
had
at
last
mastered
his
fate
.
He
had
told
me
he
was
satisfied
...
nearly
.
This
is
going
further
than
most
of
us
dare
.
I
--
who
have
the
right
to
think
myself
good
enough
--
dare
not
.
Neither
does
any
of
you
here
,
I
suppose
?
.
.
.
'
Marlow
paused
,
as
if
expecting
an
answer
.
Nobody
spoke
.
'
Quite
right
,
'
he
began
again
.
'
Let
no
soul
know
,
since
the
truth
can
be
wrung
out
of
us
only
by
some
cruel
,
little
,
awful
catastrophe
.
But
he
is
one
of
us
,
and
he
could
say
he
was
satisfied
...
nearly
.
Just
fancy
this
!
Nearly
satisfied
.
One
could
almost
envy
him
his
catastrophe
.
Nearly
satisfied
.
After
this
nothing
could
matter
.
It
did
not
matter
who
suspected
him
,
who
trusted
him
,
who
loved
him
,
who
hated
him
--
especially
as
it
was
Cornelius
who
hated
him
.
'
Yet
after
all
this
was
a
kind
of
recognition
.
You
shall
judge
of
a
man
by
his
foes
as
well
as
by
his
friends
,
and
this
enemy
of
Jim
was
such
as
no
decent
man
would
be
ashamed
to
own
,
without
,
however
,
making
too
much
of
him
.
This
was
the
view
Jim
took
,
and
in
which
I
shared
;
but
Jim
disregarded
him
on
general
grounds
.
"
My
dear
Marlow
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
feel
that
if
I
go
straight
nothing
can
touch
me
.
Indeed
I
do
.
Now
you
have
been
long
enough
here
to
have
a
good
look
round
--
and
,
frankly
,
do
n't
you
think
I
am
pretty
safe
?
It
all
depends
upon
me
,
and
,
by
Jove
!
I
have
lots
of
confidence
in
myself
.
The
worst
thing
he
could
do
would
be
to
kill
me
,
I
suppose
.
I
do
n't
think
for
a
moment
he
would
.
He
could
n't
,
you
know
--
not
if
I
were
myself
to
hand
him
a
loaded
rifle
for
the
purpose
,
and
then
turn
my
back
on
him
.
That
's
the
sort
of
thing
he
is
.
And
suppose
he
would
--
suppose
he
could
?
Well
--
what
of
that
?
I
did
n't
come
here
flying
for
my
life
--
did
I
?
I
came
here
to
set
my
back
against
the
wall
,
and
I
am
going
to
stay
here
...
"
"'
Till
you
are
quite
satisfied
,
"
I
struck
in
.
'
We
were
sitting
at
the
time
under
the
roof
in
the
stern
of
his
boat
;
twenty
paddles
flashed
like
one
,
ten
on
a
side
,
striking
the
water
with
a
single
splash
,
while
behind
our
backs
Tamb
'
Itam
dipped
silently
right
and
left
,
and
stared
right
down
the
river
,
attentive
to
keep
the
long
canoe
in
the
greatest
strength
of
the
current
.
Jim
bowed
his
head
,
and
our
last
talk
seemed
to
flicker
out
for
good
.
He
was
seeing
me
off
as
far
as
the
mouth
of
the
river
.
The
schooner
had
left
the
day
before
,
working
down
and
drifting
on
the
ebb
,
while
I
had
prolonged
my
stay
overnight
.
And
now
he
was
seeing
me
off
.
