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This
fellow
--
ran
the
thought
--
looks
at
me
as
though
he
could
see
somebody
or
something
past
my
shoulder
.
He
had
come
across
that
man
before
--
in
the
street
perhaps
.
He
was
positive
he
had
never
spoken
to
him
.
For
days
,
for
many
days
,
he
had
spoken
to
no
one
,
but
had
held
silent
,
incoherent
,
and
endless
converse
with
himself
,
like
a
prisoner
alone
in
his
cell
or
like
a
wayfarer
lost
in
a
wilderness
.
At
present
he
was
answering
questions
that
did
not
matter
though
they
had
a
purpose
,
but
he
doubted
whether
he
would
ever
again
speak
out
as
long
as
he
lived
.
The
sound
of
his
own
truthful
statements
confirmed
his
deliberate
opinion
that
speech
was
of
no
use
to
him
any
longer
.
That
man
there
seemed
to
be
aware
of
his
hopeless
difficulty
.
Jim
looked
at
him
,
then
turned
away
resolutely
,
as
after
a
final
parting
.
And
later
on
,
many
times
,
in
distant
parts
of
the
world
,
Marlow
showed
himself
willing
to
remember
Jim
,
to
remember
him
at
length
,
in
detail
and
audibly
.
Perhaps
it
would
be
after
dinner
,
on
a
verandah
draped
in
motionless
foliage
and
crowned
with
flowers
,
in
the
deep
dusk
speckled
by
fiery
cigar-ends
.
The
elongated
bulk
of
each
cane-chair
harboured
a
silent
listener
Now
and
then
a
small
red
glow
would
move
abruptly
,
and
expanding
light
up
the
fingers
of
a
languid
hand
,
part
of
a
face
in
profound
repose
,
or
flash
a
crimson
gleam
into
a
pair
of
pensive
eyes
overshadowed
by
a
fragment
of
an
unruffled
forehead
;
and
with
the
very
first
word
uttered
Marlow
's
body
,
extended
at
rest
in
the
seat
,
would
become
very
still
,
as
though
his
spirit
had
winged
its
way
back
into
the
lapse
of
time
and
were
speaking
through
his
lips
from
the
past
.
'
Oh
yes
.
I
attended
the
inquiry
,
'
he
would
say
,
'
and
to
this
day
I
have
n't
left
off
wondering
why
I
went
.
I
am
willing
to
believe
each
of
us
has
a
guardian
angel
,
if
you
fellows
will
concede
to
me
that
each
of
us
has
a
familiar
devil
as
well
.
I
want
you
to
own
up
,
because
I
do
n't
like
to
feel
exceptional
in
any
way
,
and
I
know
I
have
him
--
the
devil
,
I
mean
.
I
have
n't
seen
him
,
of
course
,
but
I
go
upon
circumstantial
evidence
.
He
is
there
right
enough
,
and
,
being
malicious
,
he
lets
me
in
for
that
kind
of
thing
.
What
kind
of
thing
,
you
ask
?
Why
,
the
inquiry
thing
,
the
yellow-dog
thing
--
you
would
n't
think
a
mangy
,
native
tyke
would
be
allowed
to
trip
up
people
in
the
verandah
of
a
magistrate
's
court
,
would
you
?
--
the
kind
of
thing
that
by
devious
,
unexpected
,
truly
diabolical
ways
causes
me
to
run
up
against
men
with
soft
spots
,
with
hard
spots
,
with
hidden
plague
spots
,
by
Jove
!
and
loosens
their
tongues
at
the
sight
of
me
for
their
infernal
confidences
;
as
though
,
forsooth
,
I
had
no
confidences
to
make
to
myself
,
as
though
--
God
help
me
!
--
I
did
n't
have
enough
confidential
information
about
myself
to
harrow
my
own
soul
till
the
end
of
my
appointed
time
.
And
what
I
have
done
to
be
thus
favoured
I
want
to
know
.
I
declare
I
am
as
full
of
my
own
concerns
as
the
next
man
,
and
I
have
as
much
memory
as
the
average
pilgrim
in
this
valley
,
so
you
see
I
am
not
particularly
fit
to
be
a
receptacle
of
confessions
.
Then
why
?
Ca
n't
tell
--
unless
it
be
to
make
time
pass
away
after
dinner
.
Charley
,
my
dear
chap
,
your
dinner
was
extremely
good
,
and
in
consequence
these
men
here
look
upon
a
quiet
rubber
as
a
tumultuous
occupation
.
They
wallow
in
your
good
chairs
and
think
to
themselves
,
"
Hang
exertion
.
Let
that
Marlow
talk
.
"
'
Talk
!
So
be
it
.
And
it
's
easy
enough
to
talk
of
Master
Jim
,
after
a
good
spread
,
two
hundred
feet
above
the
sea-level
,
with
a
box
of
decent
cigars
handy
,
on
a
blessed
evening
of
freshness
and
starlight
that
would
make
the
best
of
us
forget
we
are
only
on
sufferance
here
and
got
to
pick
our
way
in
cross
lights
,
watching
every
precious
minute
and
every
irremediable
step
,
trusting
we
shall
manage
yet
to
go
out
decently
in
the
end
--
but
not
so
sure
of
it
after
all
--
and
with
dashed
little
help
to
expect
from
those
we
touch
elbows
with
right
and
left
.
Of
course
there
are
men
here
and
there
to
whom
the
whole
of
life
is
like
an
after-dinner
hour
with
a
cigar
;
easy
,
pleasant
,
empty
,
perhaps
enlivened
by
some
fable
of
strife
to
be
forgotten
before
the
end
is
told
--
before
the
end
is
told
--
even
if
there
happens
to
be
any
end
to
it
.
'
My
eyes
met
his
for
the
first
time
at
that
inquiry
.
You
must
know
that
everybody
connected
in
any
way
with
the
sea
was
there
,
because
the
affair
had
been
notorious
for
days
,
ever
since
that
mysterious
cable
message
came
from
Aden
to
start
us
all
cackling
.
I
say
mysterious
,
because
it
was
so
in
a
sense
though
it
contained
a
naked
fact
,
about
as
naked
and
ugly
as
a
fact
can
well
be
.
The
whole
waterside
talked
of
nothing
else
.
First
thing
in
the
morning
as
I
was
dressing
in
my
state-room
,
I
would
hear
through
the
bulkhead
my
Parsee
Dubash
jabbering
about
the
Patna
with
the
steward
,
while
he
drank
a
cup
of
tea
,
by
favour
,
in
the
pantry
.
No
sooner
on
shore
I
would
meet
some
acquaintance
,
and
the
first
remark
would
be
,
"
Did
you
ever
hear
of
anything
to
beat
this
?
"
and
according
to
his
kind
the
man
would
smile
cynically
,
or
look
sad
,
or
let
out
a
swear
or
two
.
Complete
strangers
would
accost
each
other
familiarly
,
just
for
the
sake
of
easing
their
minds
on
the
subject
:
every
confounded
loafer
in
the
town
came
in
for
a
harvest
of
drinks
over
this
affair
:
you
heard
of
it
in
the
harbour
office
,
at
every
ship-broker
's
,
at
your
agent
's
,
from
whites
,
from
natives
,
from
half-castes
,
from
the
very
boatmen
squatting
half
naked
on
the
stone
steps
as
you
went
up
--
by
Jove
!
There
was
some
indignation
,
not
a
few
jokes
,
and
no
end
of
discussions
as
to
what
had
become
of
them
,
you
know
.
This
went
on
for
a
couple
of
weeks
or
more
,
and
the
opinion
that
whatever
was
mysterious
in
this
affair
would
turn
out
to
be
tragic
as
well
,
began
to
prevail
,
when
one
fine
morning
,
as
I
was
standing
in
the
shade
by
the
steps
of
the
harbour
office
,
I
perceived
four
men
walking
towards
me
along
the
quay
.
I
wondered
for
a
while
where
that
queer
lot
had
sprung
from
,
and
suddenly
,
I
may
say
,
I
shouted
to
myself
,
"
Here
they
are
!
"
