Лорд Джим

Chapter 7

           Hehadpassedthesedaysontheverandah,buriedinalongchair,andcomingoutofhisplaceofsepultureonlyatmeal-timesorlateatnight,whenhewanderedonthequaysallbyhimself,detachedfromhissurroundings,irresoluteandsilent,likeaghostwithoutahometohaunt.“Idon’tthinkI’vespokenthreewordstoalivingsoulinallthattime,”hesaid,makingmeverysorryforhim;anddirectlyheadded,“OneofthesefellowswouldhavebeensuretoblurtoutsomethingIhadmadeupmymindnottoputupwith,andIdidn’twantarow.No!Notthen.Iwastootoo...Ihadnoheartforit.”“Sothatbulkheadheldoutafterall,”Iremarkedcheerfully.“Yes,”hemurmured,“itheld.AndyetIsweartoyouIfeltitbulgeundermyhand.”“It’sextraordinarywhatstrainsoldironwillstandsometimes,”Isaid.Thrownbackinhisseat,hislegsstifflyoutandarmshangingdown,henoddedslightlyseveraltimes.Youcouldnotconceiveasadderspectacle.Suddenlyheliftedhishead;hesatup;heslappedhisthigh.“Ah!whatachancemissed!MyGod!whatachancemissed!”heblazedout,buttheringofthelast“missed”resembledacrywrungoutbypain.

           ‘Hewassilentagainwithastill,far-awaylookoffierceyearningafterthatmisseddistinction,withhisnostrilsforaninstantdilated,sniffingtheintoxicatingbreathofthatwastedopportunity.

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