Лорд Джим

Chapter 5

           Hescrutinisedmyfacewithwildandwitheringcontempt.“Justso,”hesaid,“butifIweretolookIcouldseethere’snoeyeslikemine,Itellyou.”Againheclawed,pullingatmedownwardsinhiseagernesstorelievehimselfbyaconfidentialcommunication.“Millionsofpinktoads.There’snoeyeslikemine.Millionsofpinktoads.It’sworsethanseeingashipsink.Icouldlookatsinkingshipsandsmokemypipealldaylong.Whydon’ttheygivemebackmypipe?IwouldgetasmokewhileIwatchedthesetoads.Theshipwasfullofthem.They’vegottobewatched,youknow.”Hewinkedfacetiously.Theperspirationdrippedonhimoffmyhead,mydrillcoatclungtomywetback:theafternoonbreezesweptimpetuouslyovertherowofbedsteads,thestifffoldsofcurtainsstirredperpendicularly,rattlingonbrassrods,thecoversofemptybedsblewaboutnoiselesslynearthebarefloorallalongtheline,andIshiveredtotheverymarrow.Thesoftwindofthetropicsplayedinthatnakedwardasbleakasawinter’sgaleinanoldbarnathome.“Don’tyoulethimstarthishollering,mister,”hailedfromafartheaccidentcaseinadistressedangryshoutthatcameringingbetweenthewallslikeaquaveringcalldownatunnel.Theclawinghandhauledatmyshoulder;heleeredatmeknowingly.“Theshipwasfullofthem,youknow,andwehadtoclearoutonthestrictQ.T.,”hewhisperedwithextremerapidity.“Allpink.Allpinkasbigasmastiffs,withaneyeonthetopoftheheadandclawsallroundtheiruglymouths.

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