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"'
He
was
like
the
others
,
"
she
pronounced
slowly
.
"'
Not
like
the
others
,
"
I
protested
,
but
she
continued
evenly
,
without
any
feeling
--
"'
He
was
false
.
"
And
suddenly
Stein
broke
in
.
"
No
!
no
!
no
!
My
poor
child
!
...
"
He
patted
her
hand
lying
passively
on
his
sleeve
.
"
No
!
no
!
Not
false
!
True
!
True
!
True
!
"
He
tried
to
look
into
her
stony
face
.
"
You
do
n't
understand
.
Ach
!
Why
you
do
not
understand
?
...
Terrible
,
"
he
said
to
me
.
"
Some
day
she
shall
understand
.
"
"'
Will
you
explain
?
"
I
asked
,
looking
hard
at
him
.
They
moved
on
.
'
I
watched
them
.
Her
gown
trailed
on
the
path
,
her
black
hair
fell
loose
.
She
walked
upright
and
light
by
the
side
of
the
tall
man
,
whose
long
shapeless
coat
hung
in
perpendicular
folds
from
the
stooping
shoulders
,
whose
feet
moved
slowly
.
They
disappeared
beyond
that
spinney
(
you
may
remember
)
where
sixteen
different
kinds
of
bamboo
grow
together
,
all
distinguishable
to
the
learned
eye
.
For
my
part
,
I
was
fascinated
by
the
exquisite
grace
and
beauty
of
that
fluted
grove
,
crowned
with
pointed
leaves
and
feathery
heads
,
the
lightness
,
the
vigour
,
the
charm
as
distinct
as
a
voice
of
that
unperplexed
luxuriating
life
.
I
remember
staying
to
look
at
it
for
a
long
time
,
as
one
would
linger
within
reach
of
a
consoling
whisper
.
The
sky
was
pearly
grey
.
It
was
one
of
those
overcast
days
so
rare
in
the
tropics
,
in
which
memories
crowd
upon
one
--
memories
of
other
shores
,
of
other
faces
'
I
drove
back
to
town
the
same
afternoon
,
taking
with
me
Tamb
'
Itam
and
the
other
Malay
,
in
whose
seagoing
craft
they
had
escaped
in
the
bewilderment
,
fear
,
and
gloom
of
the
disaster
.
The
shock
of
it
seemed
to
have
changed
their
natures
.
It
had
turned
her
passion
into
stone
,
and
it
made
the
surly
taciturn
Tamb
'
Itam
almost
loquacious
.
His
surliness
,
too
,
was
subdued
into
puzzled
humility
,
as
though
he
had
seen
the
failure
of
a
potent
charm
in
a
supreme
moment
.
The
Bugis
trader
,
a
shy
hesitating
man
,
was
very
clear
in
the
little
he
had
to
say
.
Both
were
evidently
overawed
by
a
sense
of
deep
inexpressible
wonder
,
by
the
touch
of
an
inscrutable
mystery
.
'
There
with
Marlow
's
signature
the
letter
proper
ended
.
The
privileged
reader
screwed
up
his
lump
,
and
solitary
above
the
billowy
roofs
of
the
town
,
like
a
lighthouse-keeper
above
the
sea
,
he
turned
to
the
pages
of
the
story
.
'
It
all
begins
,
as
I
've
told
you
,
with
the
man
called
Brown
,
'
ran
the
opening
sentence
of
Marlow
's
narrative
.
'
You
who
have
knocked
about
the
Western
Pacific
must
have
heard
of
him
.
He
was
the
show
ruffian
on
the
Australian
coast
--
not
that
he
was
often
to
be
seen
there
,
but
because
he
was
always
trotted
out
in
the
stones
of
lawless
life
a
visitor
from
home
is
treated
to
;
and
the
mildest
of
these
stories
which
were
told
about
him
from
Cape
York
to
Eden
Bay
was
more
than
enough
to
hang
a
man
if
told
in
the
right
place
.
They
never
failed
to
let
you
know
,
too
,
that
he
was
supposed
to
be
the
son
of
a
baronet
.
Be
it
as
it
may
,
it
is
certain
he
had
deserted
from
a
home
ship
in
the
early
gold-digging
days
,
and
in
a
few
years
became
talked
about
as
the
terror
of
this
or
that
group
of
islands
in
Polynesia
.
He
would
kidnap
natives
,
he
would
strip
some
lonely
white
trader
to
the
very
pyjamas
he
stood
in
,
and
after
he
had
robbed
the
poor
devil
,
he
would
as
likely
as
not
invite
him
to
fight
a
duel
with
shot-guns
on
the
beach
--
which
would
have
been
fair
enough
as
these
things
go
,
if
the
other
man
had
n't
been
by
that
time
already
half-dead
with
fright
.
Brown
was
a
latter-day
buccaneer
,
sorry
enough
,
like
his
more
celebrated
prototypes
;
but
what
distinguished
him
from
his
contemporary
brother
ruffians
,
like
Bully
Hayes
or
the
mellifluous
Pease
,
or
that
perfumed
,
Dundreary-whiskered
,
dandified
scoundrel
known
as
Dirty
Dick
,
was
the
arrogant
temper
of
his
misdeeds
and
a
vehement
scorn
for
mankind
at
large
and
for
his
victims
in
particular
.
The
others
were
merely
vulgar
and
greedy
brutes
,
but
he
seemed
moved
by
some
complex
intention
.
He
would
rob
a
man
as
if
only
to
demonstrate
his
poor
opinion
of
the
creature
,
and
he
would
bring
to
the
shooting
or
maiming
of
some
quiet
,
unoffending
stranger
a
savage
and
vengeful
earnestness
fit
to
terrify
the
most
reckless
of
desperadoes
.
In
the
days
of
his
greatest
glory
he
owned
an
armed
barque
,
manned
by
a
mixed
crew
of
Kanakas
and
runaway
whalers
,
and
boasted
,
I
do
n't
know
with
what
truth
,
of
being
financed
on
the
quiet
by
a
most
respectable
firm
of
copra
merchants
.
Later
on
he
ran
off
--
it
was
reported
--
with
the
wife
of
a
missionary
,
a
very
young
girl
from
Clapham
way
,
who
had
married
the
mild
,
flat-footed
fellow
in
a
moment
of
enthusiasm
,
and
,
suddenly
transplanted
to
Melanesia
,
lost
her
bearings
somehow
.
It
was
a
dark
story
.
She
was
ill
at
the
time
he
carried
her
off
,
and
died
on
board
his
ship
.
It
is
said
--
as
the
most
wonderful
put
of
the
tale
--
that
over
her
body
he
gave
way
to
an
outburst
of
sombre
and
violent
grief
.
His
luck
left
him
,
too
,
very
soon
after
.
He
lost
his
ship
on
some
rocks
off
Malaita
,
and
disappeared
for
a
time
as
though
he
had
gone
down
with
her
.
He
is
heard
of
next
at
Nuka-Hiva
,
where
he
bought
an
old
French
schooner
out
of
Government
service
.
What
creditable
enterprise
he
might
have
had
in
view
when
he
made
that
purchase
I
ca
n't
say
,
but
it
is
evident
that
what
with
High
Commissioners
,
consuls
,
men-of-war
,
and
international
control
,
the
South
Seas
were
getting
too
hot
to
hold
gentlemen
of
his
kidney
.
Clearly
he
must
have
shifted
the
scene
of
his
operations
farther
west
,
because
a
year
later
he
plays
an
incredibly
audacious
,
but
not
a
very
profitable
part
,
in
a
serio-comic
business
in
Manila
Bay
,
in
which
a
peculating
governor
and
an
absconding
treasurer
are
the
principal
figures
;
thereafter
he
seems
to
have
hung
around
the
Philippines
in
his
rotten
schooner
battling
with
un
adverse
fortune
,
till
at
last
,
running
his
appointed
course
,
he
sails
into
Jim
's
history
,
a
blind
accomplice
of
the
Dark
Powers
.
'
His
tale
goes
that
when
a
Spanish
patrol
cutter
captured
him
he
was
simply
trying
to
run
a
few
guns
for
the
insurgents
.
If
so
,
then
I
ca
n't
understand
what
he
was
doing
off
the
south
coast
of
Mindanao
.
My
belief
,
however
,
is
that
he
was
blackmailing
the
native
villages
along
the
coast
.
The
principal
thing
is
that
the
cutter
,
throwing
a
guard
on
board
,
made
him
sail
in
company
towards
Zamboanga
.
On
the
way
,
for
some
reason
or
other
,
both
vessels
had
to
call
at
one
of
these
new
Spanish
settlements
--
which
never
came
to
anything
in
the
end
--
where
there
was
not
only
a
civil
official
in
charge
on
shore
,
but
a
good
stout
coasting
schooner
lying
at
anchor
in
the
little
bay
;
and
this
craft
,
in
every
way
much
better
than
his
own
,
Brown
made
up
his
mind
to
steal
.
