Тінь над Іннсмутом
Chapter 3
BarnabasMarshthatrunstherefin’rynowisObed’sgrandsonbyhisfustwife—sonofOnesiphorus,hiseldestson,buthismotherwasanothero’themaswa’n’tneverseenaoutdoors.
"RightnaowBarnabasisabaoutchanged.Can’tshethiseyesnomore,an’isallaouto’shape.Theysayhestillwearsclothes,buthe’lltaketothewatersoon.Mebbehe’strieditalready—theydosometimesgodaownforlittlespellsaforetheygodaownforgood.Ain’tbenseedabaoutinpublicfernighontenyear’.Dun’tknowhaowhispoorwifekinfeel—shecomefromIpiwich,an’theynighlynchedBarnabaswhenhecourtedherfiftyoddyear’ago.Obedhediedin‘seventy-eightan’allthenextgen’rationisgonenaow—thefustwife’schildrendead,andtherest...Godknows..."
Thesoundoftheincomingtidewasnowveryinsistent,andlittlebylittleitseemedtochangetheoldman’smoodfrommaudlintearfulnesstowatchfulfear.Hewouldpausenowandthentorenewthosenervousglancesoverhisshoulderorouttowardthereef,anddespitethewildabsurdityofhistale,Icouldnothelpbeginningtosharehisapprehensiveness.Zadoknowgrewshriller,seemedtobetryingtowhipuphiscouragewithlouderspeech.
