Лорд Джим

Chapter 17

           “Jove!Youhavehelpedme.Can’tsitstill.Theverything...”Helookedatmewithpuzzledadmiration.“Theverything...”

           ‘Ofcourseitwasthething.ItwastentoonethatIhadsavedhimfromstarvation—ofthatpeculiarsortthatisalmostinvariablyassociatedwithdrink.Thiswasall.Ihadnotasingleillusiononthatscore,butlookingathim,Iallowedmyselftowonderatthenatureoftheonehehad,withinthelastthreeminutes,soevidentlytakenintohisbosom.Ihadforcedintohishandthemeanstocarryondecentlytheseriousbusinessoflife,togetfood,drink,andshelterofthecustomarykind,whilehiswoundedspirit,likeabirdwithabrokenwing,mighthopandflutterintosomehole,todiequietlyofinanitionthere.ThisiswhatIhadthrustuponhim:adefinitelysmallthing;and—behold!—bythemannerofitsreceptionitloomedinthedimlightofthecandlelikeabig,indistinct,perhapsadangerousshadow.“Youdon’tmindmenotsayinganythingappropriate,”heburstout.“Thereisn’tanythingonecouldsay.Lastnightalreadyyouhaddonemenoendofgood.Listeningtome—youknow.IgiveyoumywordI’vethoughtmorethanoncethetopofmyheadwouldflyoff...”Hedarted—positivelydarted—hereandthere,rammedhishandsintohispockets,jerkedthemoutagain,flunghiscaponhishead.Ihadnoideaitwasinhimtobesoairilybrisk

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