Морський вовк

Chapter 37

           Itwasindeedatwistedsmile,foritwasontheleftsideonly,thefacialmusclesoftherightsidemovingnotatall.

           "ThatwasthelastplayoftheWolf,"hesaid."Iamparalysed.Ishallneverwalkagain.Oh,onlyontheotherside,"headded,asthoughdiviningthesuspiciousglanceIflungathisleftleg,thekneeofwhichhadjustthendrawnup,andelevatedtheblankets.

           "It’sunfortunate,"hecontinued."I’dlikedtohavedoneforyoufirst,Hump.AndIthoughtIhadthatmuchleftinme."

           "Butwhy?"Iasked;partlyinhorror,partlyoutofcuriosity.

           Againhissternmouthframedthetwistedsmile,ashesaid:

           "Oh,justtobealive,tobelivinganddoing,tobethebiggestbitofthefermenttotheend,toeatyou.Buttodiethisway."

           Heshruggedhisshoulders,orattemptedtoshrugthem,rather,fortheleftshoulderalonemoved.Likethesmile,theshrugwastwisted.

           "Buthowcanyouaccountforit?"Iasked."Whereistheseatofyourtrouble?"

           "Thebrain,"hesaidatonce."Itwasthosecursedheadachesbroughtiton."

           "Symptoms,"Isaid.

           Henoddedhishead."Thereisnoaccountingforit.Iwasneversickinmylife.Something’sgonewrongwithmybrain.Acancer,atumour,orsomethingofthatnatureathingthatdevoursanddestroys.It’sattackingmynerve-centres,eatingthemup,bitbybit,cellbycellfromthepain."

           "Themotor-centres,too,"Isuggested.

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