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His
voice
sank
suddenly
to
a
murmur
...
"
with
those
whom
,
perhaps
,
I
shall
never
see
any
more
.
"
With
--
with
--
you
,
for
instance
.
"
'
I
was
profoundly
humbled
by
his
words
.
"
For
God
's
sake
,
"
I
said
,
"
do
n't
set
me
up
,
my
dear
fellow
;
just
look
to
yourself
.
"
I
felt
a
gratitude
,
an
affection
,
for
that
straggler
whose
eyes
had
singled
me
out
,
keeping
my
place
in
the
ranks
of
an
insignificant
multitude
.
How
little
that
was
to
boast
of
,
after
all
!
I
turned
my
burning
face
away
;
under
the
low
sun
,
glowing
,
darkened
and
crimson
,
like
un
ember
snatched
from
the
fire
,
the
sea
lay
outspread
,
offering
all
its
immense
stillness
to
the
approach
of
the
fiery
orb
.
Twice
he
was
going
to
speak
,
but
checked
himself
;
at
last
,
as
if
he
had
found
a
formula
--
"'
I
shall
be
faithful
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
I
shall
be
faithful
,
"
he
repeated
,
without
looking
at
me
,
but
for
the
first
time
letting
his
eyes
wander
upon
the
waters
,
whose
blueness
had
changed
to
a
gloomy
purple
under
the
fires
of
sunset
.
Ah
!
he
was
romantic
,
romantic
.
I
recalled
some
words
of
Stein
's
...
"
In
the
destructive
element
immerse
!
...
To
follow
the
dream
,
and
again
to
follow
the
dream
--
and
so
--
always
--
usque
ad
finem
...
"
He
was
romantic
,
but
none
the
less
true
.
Who
could
tell
what
forms
,
what
visions
,
what
faces
,
what
forgiveness
he
could
see
in
the
glow
of
the
west
!
...
A
small
boat
,
leaving
the
schooner
,
moved
slowly
,
with
a
regular
beat
of
two
oars
,
towards
the
sandbank
to
take
me
off
.
"
And
then
there
's
Jewel
,
"
he
said
,
out
of
the
great
silence
of
earth
,
sky
,
and
sea
,
which
had
mastered
my
very
thoughts
so
that
his
voice
made
me
start
.
"
There
's
Jewel
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
murmured
.
"
I
need
not
tell
you
what
she
is
to
me
,
"
he
pursued
.
"
You
've
seen
.
In
time
she
will
come
to
understand
...
"
"
I
hope
so
,
"
I
interrupted
.
"
She
trusts
me
,
too
,
"
he
mused
,
and
then
changed
his
tone
.
"
When
shall
we
meet
next
,
I
wonder
?
"
he
said
.
"'
Never
--
unless
you
come
out
,
"
I
answered
,
avoiding
his
glance
.
He
did
n't
seem
to
be
surprised
;
he
kept
very
quiet
for
a
while
.
"'
Good-bye
,
then
,
"
he
said
,
after
a
pause
.
"
Perhaps
it
's
just
as
well
.
"
'
We
shook
hands
,
and
I
walked
to
the
boat
,
which
waited
with
her
nose
on
the
beach
.
The
schooner
,
her
mainsail
set
and
jib-sheet
to
windward
,
curveted
on
the
purple
sea
;
there
was
a
rosy
tinge
on
her
sails
.
"
Will
you
be
going
home
again
soon
?
"
asked
Jim
,
just
as
I
swung
my
leg
over
the
gunwale
.
"
In
a
year
or
so
if
I
live
,
"
I
said
.
The
forefoot
grated
on
the
sand
,
the
boat
floated
,
the
wet
oars
flashed
and
dipped
once
,
twice
.
Jim
,
at
the
water
's
edge
,
raised
his
voice
.
"
Tell
them
...
"
he
began
.
I
signed
to
the
men
to
cease
rowing
,
and
waited
in
wonder
.
Tell
who
?
The
half-submerged
sun
faced
him
;
I
could
see
its
red
gleam
in
his
eyes
that
looked
dumbly
at
me
...
"
No
--
nothing
,
"
he
said
,
and
with
a
slight
wave
of
his
hand
motioned
the
boat
away
.
I
did
not
look
again
at
the
shore
till
I
had
clambered
on
board
the
schooner
.
'
By
that
time
the
sun
had
set
.
The
twilight
lay
over
the
east
,
and
the
coast
,
turned
black
,
extended
infinitely
its
sombre
wall
that
seemed
the
very
stronghold
of
the
night
;
the
western
horizon
was
one
great
blaze
of
gold
and
crimson
in
which
a
big
detached
cloud
floated
dark
and
still
,
casting
a
slaty
shadow
on
the
water
beneath
,
and
I
saw
Jim
on
the
beach
watching
the
schooner
fall
off
and
gather
headway
.
'
The
two
half-naked
fishermen
had
arisen
as
soon
as
I
had
gone
;
they
were
no
doubt
pouring
the
plaint
of
their
trifling
,
miserable
,
oppressed
lives
into
the
ears
of
the
white
lord
,
a
no
doubt
he
was
listening
to
it
,
making
it
his
own
,
for
was
it
not
a
part
of
his
luck
--
the
luck
"
from
the
word
Go
"
--
the
luck
to
which
he
had
assured
me
he
was
so
completely
equal
?
They
too
,
I
should
think
,
were
in
luck
,
and
I
was
sure
their
pertinacity
would
be
equal
to
it
.
Their
dark-skinned
bodies
vanished
on
the
dark
background
long
before
I
had
lost
sight
of
their
protector
.
He
was
white
from
head
to
foot
,
and
remained
persistently
visible
with
the
stronghold
of
the
night
at
his
back
,
the
sea
at
his
feet
,
the
opportunity
by
his
side
--
still
veiled
.
What
do
you
say
?
Was
it
still
veiled
?
I
do
n't
know
.
For
me
that
white
figure
in
the
stillness
of
coast
and
sea
seemed
to
stand
at
the
heart
of
a
vast
enigma
