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'
He
talked
feverishly
;
but
in
the
middle
of
a
word
,
perhaps
,
an
invisible
hand
would
take
him
by
the
throat
,
and
he
would
look
at
me
dumbly
with
an
expression
of
doubt
and
anguish
.
He
seemed
to
fear
that
I
would
get
tired
of
waiting
and
go
away
,
leaving
him
with
his
tale
untold
,
with
his
exultation
unexpressed
.
He
died
during
the
night
,
I
believe
,
but
by
that
time
I
had
nothing
more
to
learn
.
'
So
much
as
to
Brown
,
for
the
present
.
'
Eight
months
before
this
,
coming
into
Samarang
,
I
went
as
usual
to
see
Stein
.
On
the
garden
side
of
the
house
a
Malay
on
the
verandah
greeted
me
shyly
,
and
I
remembered
that
I
had
seen
him
in
Patusan
,
in
Jim
's
house
,
amongst
other
Bugis
men
who
used
to
come
in
the
evening
to
talk
interminably
over
their
war
reminiscences
and
to
discuss
State
affairs
.
Jim
had
pointed
him
out
to
me
once
as
a
respectable
petty
trader
owning
a
small
seagoing
native
craft
,
who
had
showed
himself
"
one
of
the
best
at
the
taking
of
the
stockade
.
"
I
was
not
very
surprised
to
see
him
,
since
any
Patusan
trader
venturing
as
far
as
Samarang
would
naturally
find
his
way
to
Stein
's
house
.
I
returned
his
greeting
and
passed
on
.
At
the
door
of
Stein
's
room
I
came
upon
another
Malay
in
whom
I
recognised
Tamb
'
Itam
.
'
I
asked
him
at
once
what
he
was
doing
there
;
it
occurred
to
me
that
Jim
might
have
come
on
a
visit
.
I
own
I
was
pleased
and
excited
at
the
thought
.
Tamb
'
Itam
looked
as
if
he
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
"
Is
Tuan
Jim
inside
?
"
I
asked
impatiently
.
"
No
,
"
he
mumbled
,
hanging
his
head
for
a
moment
,
and
then
with
sudden
earnestness
,
"
He
would
not
fight
.
He
would
not
fight
,
"
he
repeated
twice
.
As
he
seemed
unable
to
say
anything
else
,
I
pushed
him
aside
and
went
in
,
'
Stein
,
tall
and
stooping
,
stood
alone
in
the
middle
of
the
room
between
the
rows
of
butterfly
cases
.
"
Ach
!
is
it
you
,
my
friend
?
"
he
said
sadly
,
peering
through
his
glasses
.
A
drab
sack-coat
of
alpaca
hung
,
unbuttoned
,
down
to
his
knees
.
He
had
a
Panama
hat
on
his
head
,
and
there
were
deep
furrows
on
his
pale
cheeks
.
"
What
's
the
matter
now
?
"
I
asked
nervously
.
"
There
's
Tamb
'
Itam
there
...
"
"
Come
and
see
the
girl
.
Come
and
see
the
girl
.
She
is
here
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
half-hearted
show
of
activity
.
I
tried
to
detain
him
,
but
with
gentle
obstinacy
he
would
take
no
notice
of
my
eager
questions
.
"
She
is
here
,
she
is
here
,
"
he
repeated
,
in
great
perturbation
.
"
They
came
here
two
days
ago
.
An
old
man
like
me
,
a
stranger
--
sehen
Sie
--
can
not
do
much
...
Come
this
way
...
Young
hearts
are
unforgiving
...
"
I
could
see
he
was
in
utmost
distress
...
"
The
strength
of
life
in
them
,
the
cruel
strength
of
life
...
"
He
mumbled
,
leading
me
round
the
house
;
I
followed
him
,
lost
in
dismal
and
angry
conjectures
.
At
the
door
of
the
drawing-room
he
barred
my
way
.
"
He
loved
her
very
much
,
"
he
said
interrogatively
,
and
I
only
nodded
,
feeling
so
bitterly
disappointed
that
I
would
not
trust
myself
to
speak
.
"
Very
frightful
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
She
can
'
t
understand
me
.
I
am
only
a
strange
old
man
.
Perhaps
you
...
she
knows
you
.
Talk
to
her
.
We
ca
n't
leave
it
like
this
.
Tell
her
to
forgive
him
.
It
was
very
frightful
.
"
"
No
doubt
,
"
I
said
,
exasperated
at
being
in
the
dark
;
"
but
have
you
forgiven
him
?
"
He
looked
at
me
queerly
.
"
You
shall
hear
,
"
he
said
,
and
opening
the
door
,
absolutely
pushed
me
in
.
'
You
know
Stein
's
big
house
and
the
two
immense
reception-rooms
,
uninhabited
and
uninhabitable
,
clean
,
full
of
solitude
and
of
shining
things
that
look
as
if
never
beheld
by
the
eye
of
man
?
They
are
cool
on
the
hottest
days
,
and
you
enter
them
as
you
would
a
scrubbed
cave
underground
.
I
passed
through
one
,
and
in
the
other
I
saw
the
girl
sitting
at
the
end
of
a
big
mahogany
table
,
on
which
she
rested
her
head
,
the
face
hidden
in
her
arms
.
The
waxed
floor
reflected
her
dimly
as
though
it
had
been
a
sheet
of
frozen
water
.
The
rattan
screens
were
down
,
and
through
the
strange
greenish
gloom
made
by
the
foliage
of
the
trees
outside
a
strong
wind
blew
in
gusts
,
swaying
the
long
draperies
of
windows
and
doorways
.
Her
white
figure
seemed
shaped
in
snow
;
the
pendent
crystals
of
a
great
chandelier
clicked
above
her
head
like
glittering
icicles
.
She
looked
up
and
watched
my
approach
.
I
was
chilled
as
if
these
vast
apartments
had
been
the
cold
abode
of
despair
.
'
She
recognised
me
at
once
,
and
as
soon
as
I
had
stopped
,
looking
down
at
her
:
"
He
has
left
me
,
"
she
said
quietly
;
"
you
always
leave
us
--
for
your
own
ends
.
"
Her
face
was
set
.
All
the
heat
of
life
seemed
withdrawn
within
some
inaccessible
spot
in
her
breast
.
"
It
would
have
been
easy
to
die
with
him
,
"
she
went
on
,
and
made
a
slight
weary
gesture
as
if
giving
up
the
incomprehensible
.
"
He
would
not
!
It
was
like
a
blindness
--
and
yet
it
was
I
who
was
speaking
to
him
;
it
was
I
who
stood
before
his
eyes
;
it
was
at
me
that
he
looked
all
the
time
!
Ah
!
you
are
hard
,
treacherous
,
without
truth
,
without
compassion
.
What
makes
you
so
wicked
?
Or
is
it
that
you
are
all
mad
?
"
