Лорд Джим

Chapter 8

           Thelightofthelamphecarriedinhisrighthandfelluponanupturneddarkfacewhoseeyesentreatedhimtogetherwiththevoice.Hehadpickedupenoughofthelanguagetounderstandthewordwaterrepeatedseveraltimesinatoneofinsistence,ofprayer,almostofdespair.Hegaveajerktogetaway,andfeltanarmembracehisleg.

           ‘“Thebeggarclungtomelikeadrowningman,”hesaidimpressively.“Water,water!Whatwaterdidhemean?Whatdidheknow?AscalmlyasIcouldIorderedhimtoletgo.Hewasstoppingme,timewaspressing,othermenbegantostir;Iwantedtime—timetocuttheboatsadrift.Hegotholdofmyhandnow,andIfeltthathewouldbegintoshout.Itflasheduponmeitwasenoughtostartapanic,andIhauledoffwithmyfreearmandslungthelampinhisface.Theglassjingled,thelightwentout,buttheblowmadehimletgo,andIranoff—Iwantedtogetattheboats;Iwantedtogetattheboats.Heleapedaftermefrombehind.Iturnedonhim.Hewouldnotkeepquiet;hetriedtoshout;IhadhalfthrottledhimbeforeImadeoutwhathewanted.Hewantedsomewater—watertodrink;theywereonstrictallowance,youknow,andhehadwithhimayoungboyIhadnoticedseveraltimes.Hischildwassick—andthirsty.HehadcaughtsightofmeasIpassedby,andwasbeggingforalittlewater.That’sall.Wewereunderthebridge,inthedark.Hekeptonsnatchingatmywrists;therewasnogettingridofhim.Idashedintomyberth,grabbedmywater-bottle,andthrustitintohishands.

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