Лорд Джим

Chapter 13

           ‘Ihadrisentoo,and,tryingtothrowinfinitepolitenessintoourattitudes,wefacedeachothermutely,liketwochinadogsonamantelpiece.Hangthefellow!hehadprickedthebubble.Theblightoffutilitythatliesinwaitformen’sspeecheshadfallenuponourconversation,andmadeitathingofemptysounds.“Verywell,”Isaid,withadisconcertedsmile;“butcouldn’titreduceitselftonotbeingfoundout?”Hemadeasiftoretortreadily,butwhenhespokehehadchangedhismind.“This,monsieur,istoofineformemuchabovemeIdon’tthinkaboutit.”Hebowedheavilyoverhiscap,whichheheldbeforehimbythepeak,betweenthethumbandtheforefingerofhiswoundedhand.Ibowedtoo.Webowedtogether:wescrapedourfeetateachotherwithmuchceremony,whileadirtyspecimenofawaiterlookedoncritically,asthoughhehadpaidfortheperformance.“Serviteur,”saidtheFrenchman.Anotherscrape.“Monsieur”...“Monsieur.”...Theglassdoorswungbehindhisburlyback.Isawthesoutherlybustergetholdofhimanddrivehimdownwindwithhishandtohishead,hisshouldersbraced,andthetailsofhiscoatblownhardagainsthislegs.

           ‘IsatdownagainaloneanddiscourageddiscouragedaboutJim’scase.Ifyouwonderthataftermorethanthreeyearsithadpreserveditsactuality,youmustknowthatIhadseenhimonlyverylately.

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