Лорд Джим

Chapter 34

           Poorsoul!Well—let’sleaveittoChance,whoseallyisTime,thatcannotbehurried,andwhoseenemyisDeath,thatwillnotwait.Ihadretreated—alittlecowed,Imustown.Ihadtriedafallwithfearitselfandgotthrown—ofcourse.Ihadonlysucceededinaddingtoheranguishthehintofsomemysteriouscollusion,ofaninexplicableandincomprehensibleconspiracytokeepherforeverinthedark.Andithadcomeeasily,naturally,unavoidably,byhisact,byherownact!ItwasasthoughIhadbeenshowntheworkingoftheimplacabledestinyofwhichwearethevictims—andthetools.ItwasappallingtothinkofthegirlwhomIhadleftstandingtheremotionless;Jim’sfootstepshadafatefulsoundashetrampedby,withoutseeingme,inhisheavylacedboots.“What?Nolights!”hesaidinaloud,surprisedvoice.“Whatareyoudoinginthedark—youtwo?”Nextmomenthecaughtsightofher,Isuppose.“Hallo,girl!”hecriedcheerily.“Hallo,boy!”sheansweredatonce,withamazingpluck.

           ‘Thiswastheirusualgreetingtoeachother,andthebitofswaggershewouldputintoherratherhighbutsweetvoicewasverydroll,pretty,andchildlike.ItdelightedJimgreatly.ThiswasthelastoccasiononwhichIheardthemexchangethisfamiliarhail,anditstruckachillintomyheart.Therewasthehighsweetvoice,theprettyeffort,theswagger;butitallseemedtodieoutprematurely,andtheplayfulcallsoundedlikeamoan.Itwastooconfoundedlyawful.

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