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'
Jim
had
been
a
little
angry
with
me
for
mentioning
Cornelius
at
all
.
I
had
not
,
in
truth
,
said
much
.
The
man
was
too
insignificant
to
be
dangerous
,
though
he
was
as
full
of
hate
as
he
could
hold
.
He
had
called
me
"
honourable
sir
"
at
every
second
sentence
,
and
had
whined
at
my
elbow
as
he
followed
me
from
the
grave
of
his
"
late
wife
"
to
the
gate
of
Jim
's
compound
.
He
declared
himself
the
most
unhappy
of
men
,
a
victim
,
crushed
like
a
worm
;
he
entreated
me
to
look
at
him
.
I
would
n't
turn
my
head
to
do
so
;
but
I
could
see
out
of
the
corner
of
my
eye
his
obsequious
shadow
gliding
after
mine
,
while
the
moon
,
suspended
on
our
right
hand
,
seemed
to
gloat
serenely
upon
the
spectacle
.
He
tried
to
explain
--
as
I
've
told
you
--
his
share
in
the
events
of
the
memorable
night
.
It
was
a
matter
of
expediency
.
How
could
he
know
who
was
going
to
get
the
upper
hand
?
"
I
would
have
saved
him
,
honourable
sir
!
I
would
have
saved
him
for
eighty
dollars
,
"
he
protested
in
dulcet
tones
,
keeping
a
pace
behind
me
.
"
He
has
saved
himself
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
he
has
forgiven
you
.
"
I
heard
a
sort
of
tittering
,
and
turned
upon
him
;
at
once
he
appeared
ready
to
take
to
his
heels
.
"
What
are
you
laughing
at
?
"
I
asked
,
standing
still
.
"
Do
n't
be
deceived
,
honourable
sir
!
"
he
shrieked
,
seemingly
losing
all
control
over
his
feelings
.
"
He
save
himself
!
He
knows
nothing
,
honourable
sir
--
nothing
whatever
.
Who
is
he
?
What
does
he
want
here
--
the
big
thief
?
What
does
he
want
here
?
He
throws
dust
into
everybody
's
eyes
;
he
throws
dust
into
your
eyes
,
honourable
sir
;
but
he
ca
n't
throw
dust
into
my
eyes
.
He
is
a
big
fool
,
honourable
sir
.
"
I
laughed
contemptuously
,
and
,
turning
on
my
heel
,
began
to
walk
on
again
.
He
ran
up
to
my
elbow
and
whispered
forcibly
,
"
He
's
no
more
than
a
little
child
here
--
like
a
little
child
--
a
little
child
.
"
Of
course
I
did
n't
take
the
slightest
notice
,
and
seeing
the
time
pressed
,
because
we
were
approaching
the
bamboo
fence
that
glittered
over
the
blackened
ground
of
the
clearing
,
he
came
to
the
point
.
He
commenced
by
being
abjectly
lachrymose
.
His
great
misfortunes
had
affected
his
head
.
He
hoped
I
would
kindly
forget
what
nothing
but
his
troubles
made
him
say
.
He
did
n't
mean
anything
by
it
;
only
the
honourable
sir
did
not
know
what
it
was
to
be
ruined
,
broken
down
,
trampled
upon
.
After
this
introduction
he
approached
the
matter
near
his
heart
,
but
in
such
a
rambling
,
ejaculatory
,
craven
fashion
,
that
for
a
long
time
I
could
n't
make
out
what
he
was
driving
at
.
He
wanted
me
to
intercede
with
Jim
in
his
favour
.
It
seemed
,
too
,
to
be
some
sort
of
money
affair
.
I
heard
time
and
again
the
words
,
"
Moderate
provision
--
suitable
present
.
"
He
seemed
to
be
claiming
value
for
something
,
and
he
even
went
the
length
of
saying
with
some
warmth
that
life
was
not
worth
having
if
a
man
were
to
be
robbed
of
everything
.
I
did
not
breathe
a
word
,
of
course
,
but
neither
did
I
stop
my
ears
.
The
gist
of
the
affair
,
which
became
clear
to
me
gradually
,
was
in
this
,
that
he
regarded
himself
as
entitled
to
some
money
in
exchange
for
the
girl
.
He
had
brought
her
up
.
Somebody
else
's
child
.
Great
trouble
and
pains
--
old
man
now
--
suitable
present
.
If
the
honourable
sir
would
say
a
word
...
I
stood
still
to
look
at
him
with
curiosity
,
and
fearful
lest
I
should
think
him
extortionate
,
I
suppose
,
he
hastily
brought
himself
to
make
a
concession
.
In
consideration
of
a
"
suitable
present
"
given
at
once
,
he
would
,
he
declared
,
be
willing
to
undertake
the
charge
of
the
girl
,
"
without
any
other
provision
--
when
the
time
came
for
the
gentleman
to
go
home
.
"
His
little
yellow
face
,
all
crumpled
as
though
it
had
been
squeezed
together
,
expressed
the
most
anxious
,
eager
avarice
.
His
voice
whined
coaxingly
,
"
No
more
trouble
--
natural
guardian
--
a
sum
of
money
...
"
'
I
stood
there
and
marvelled
.
That
kind
of
thing
,
with
him
,
was
evidently
a
vocation
.
I
discovered
suddenly
in
his
cringing
attitude
a
sort
of
assurance
,
as
though
he
had
been
all
his
life
dealing
in
certitudes
.
He
must
have
thought
I
was
dispassionately
considering
his
proposal
,
because
he
became
as
sweet
as
honey
.
"
Every
gentleman
made
a
provision
when
the
time
came
to
go
home
,
"
he
began
insinuatingly
.
I
slammed
the
little
gate
.
"
In
this
case
,
Mr.
Cornelius
,
"
I
said
,
"
the
time
will
never
come
.
"
He
took
a
few
seconds
to
gather
this
in
.
"
What
!
"
he
fairly
squealed
.
"
Why
,
"
I
continued
from
my
side
of
the
gate
,
"
have
n't
you
heard
him
say
so
himself
?
He
will
never
go
home
.
"
"
Oh
!
this
is
too
much
,
"
he
shouted
.
He
would
not
address
me
as
"
honoured
sir
"
any
more
.
He
was
very
still
for
a
time
,
and
then
without
a
trace
of
humility
began
very
low
:
"
Never
go
--
ah
!
He
--
he
--
he
comes
here
devil
knows
from
where
--
comes
here
--
devil
knows
why
--
to
trample
on
me
till
I
die
--
ah
--
trample
"
(
he
stamped
softly
with
both
feet
)
,
"
trample
like
this
--
nobody
knows
why
--
till
I
die
...
"
His
voice
became
quite
extinct
;
he
was
bothered
by
a
little
cough
;
he
came
up
close
to
the
fence
and
told
me
,
dropping
into
a
confidential
and
piteous
tone
,
that
he
would
not
be
trampled
upon
"
Patience
--
patience
,
"
he
muttered
,
striking
his
breast
.
I
had
done
laughing
at
him
,
but
unexpectedly
he
treated
me
to
a
wild
cracked
burst
of
it
.
"
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
We
shall
see
!
We
shall
see
!
What
!
Steal
from
me
!
Steal
from
me
everything
!
Everything
!
Everything
!
"
His
head
drooped
on
one
shoulder
,
his
hands
were
hanging
before
him
lightly
clasped
.
One
would
have
thought
he
had
cherished
the
girl
with
surpassing
love
,
that
his
spirit
had
been
crushed
and
his
heart
broken
by
the
most
cruel
of
spoliations
.
Suddenly
he
lifted
his
head
and
shot
out
an
infamous
word
.
"
Like
her
mother
--
she
is
like
her
deceitful
mother
.
Exactly
.
In
her
face
too
.
In
her
face
.
The
devil
!
"
He
leaned
his
forehead
against
the
fence
,
and
in
that
position
uttered
threats
and
horrible
blasphemies
in
Portuguese
in
very
weak
ejaculations
,
mingled
with
miserable
plaints
and
groans
,
coming
out
with
a
heave
of
the
shoulders
as
though
he
had
been
overtaken
by
a
deadly
fit
of
sickness
.
It
was
an
inexpressibly
grotesque
and
vile
performance
,
and
I
hastened
away
.
He
tried
to
shout
something
after
me
.
Some
disparagement
of
Jim
,
I
believe
--
not
too
loud
though
,
we
were
too
near
the
house
.
All
I
heard
distinctly
was
,
"
No
more
than
a
little
child
--
a
little
child
.
"'
'
But
next
morning
,
at
the
first
bend
of
the
river
shutting
off
the
houses
of
Patusan
,
all
this
dropped
out
of
my
sight
bodily
,
with
its
colour
,
its
design
,
and
its
meaning
,
like
a
picture
created
by
fancy
on
a
canvas
,
upon
which
,
after
long
contemplation
,
you
turn
your
back
for
the
last
time
.
It
remains
in
the
memory
motionless
,
unfaded
,
with
its
life
arrested
,
in
an
unchanging
light
.
There
are
the
ambitions
,
the
fears
,
the
hate
,
the
hopes
,
and
they
remain
in
my
mind
just
as
I
had
seen
them
--
intense
and
as
if
for
ever
suspended
in
their
expression
.
I
had
turned
away
from
the
picture
and
was
going
back
to
the
world
where
events
move
,
men
change
,
light
flickers
,
life
flows
in
a
clear
stream
,
no
matter
whether
over
mud
or
over
stones
.
I
was
n't
going
to
dive
into
it
;
I
would
have
enough
to
do
to
keep
my
head
above
the
surface
.
But
as
to
what
I
was
leaving
behind
,
I
can
not
imagine
any
alteration
.
The
immense
and
magnanimous
Doramin
and
his
little
motherly
witch
of
a
wife
,
gazing
together
upon
the
land
and
nursing
secretly
their
dreams
of
parental
ambition
;
Tunku
Allang
,
wizened
and
greatly
perplexed
;
Dain
Waris
,
intelligent
and
brave
,
with
his
faith
in
Jim
,
with
his
firm
glance
and
his
ironic
friendliness
;
the
girl
,
absorbed
in
her
frightened
,
suspicious
adoration
;
Tumb
'
Itam
,
surly
and
faithful
;
Cornelius
,
leaning
his
forehead
against
the
fence
under
the
moonlight
--
I
am
certain
of
them
.
They
exist
as
if
under
un
enchanter
's
wand
.
But
the
figure
round
which
all
these
are
grouped
--
that
one
lives
,
and
I
am
not
certain
of
him
.
No
magician
's
wand
can
immobilise
him
under
my
eyes
.
He
is
one
of
us
.
'
Jim
,
as
I
've
told
you
,
accompanied
me
on
the
first
stage
of
my
journey
back
to
the
world
he
had
renounced
,
and
the
way
at
times
seemed
to
lead
through
the
very
heart
of
untouched
wilderness
.
The
empty
reaches
sparkled
under
the
high
sun
;
between
the
high
walls
of
vegetation
the
heat
drowsed
upon
the
water
,
and
the
boat
,
impelled
vigorously
,
cut
her
way
through
the
air
that
seemed
to
have
settled
dense
and
warm
under
the
shelter
of
lofty
trees
.
'
The
shadow
of
the
impending
separation
had
already
put
an
immense
space
between
us
,
and
when
we
spoke
it
was
with
an
effort
,
as
if
to
force
our
low
voices
across
a
vast
and
increasing
distance
.
The
boat
fairly
flew
;
we
sweltered
side
by
side
in
the
stagnant
superheated
air
;
the
smell
of
mud
,
of
mush
,
the
primeval
smell
of
fecund
earth
,
seemed
to
sting
our
faces
;
till
suddenly
at
a
bend
it
was
as
if
a
great
hand
far
away
had
lifted
a
heavy
curtain
,
had
flung
open
un
immense
portal
.
The
light
itself
seemed
to
stir
,
the
sky
above
our
heads
widened
,
a
far-off
murmur
reached
our
ears
,
a
freshness
enveloped
us
,
filled
our
lungs
,
quickened
our
thoughts
,
our
blood
,
our
regrets
--
and
,
straight
ahead
,
the
forests
sank
down
against
the
dark-blue
ridge
of
the
sea
.
