Лорд Джим

Chapter 6

           Nouselosinganydistance—isthere?’Ihadneverheardhimtalksomuchatastretch,andtonopurposeasitseemedtome.Isaidnothing.Hewentdowntheladder,andthedog,thatwasalwaysathisheelswheneverhemoved,nightorday,followed,slidingnosefirst,afterhim.Iheardhisboot-heelstap,tapontheafter-deck,thenhestoppedandspoketothedog—‘Goback,Rover.Onthebridge,boy!Goon—get.’Thenhecallsouttomefromthedark,‘Shutthatdogupinthechart-room,Mr.Jones—willyou?’

           ‘“ThiswasthelasttimeIheardhisvoice,CaptainMarlow.Thesearethelastwordshespokeinthehearingofanylivinghumanbeing,sir.”Atthispointtheoldchap’svoicegotquiteunsteady.“Hewasafraidthepoorbrutewouldjumpafterhim,don’tyousee?”hepursuedwithaquaver.“Yes,CaptainMarlow.Hesetthelogforme;he—wouldyoubelieveit?—heputadropofoilinittoo.Therewastheoil-feederwhereheleftitnearby.Theboat—swain’smategotthehosealongafttowashdownathalf-pastfive;by-and-byheknocksoffandrunsuponthebridge—‘Willyoupleasecomeaft,Mr.Jones,’hesays.‘There’safunnything.Idon’tliketotouchit.’ItwasCaptainBrierly’sgoldchronometerwatchcarefullyhungundertherailbyitschain.

           ‘“Assoonasmyeyesfellonitsomethingstruckme,andIknew,sir.Mylegsgotsoftunderme.ItwasasifIhadseenhimgoover;andIcouldtellhowfarbehindhewaslefttoo.

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