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Chapter 3

           IfIhadheardhimtalk,onlytwodaysago,Iwouldn’tdarehintatsuchathing...Ihadtakenupmybinocularswhilewetalked,andwaslookingattheshore,sweepingthelimitoftheforestateachsideandatthebackofthehouse.Theconsciousnessoftherebeingpeopleinthatbush,sosilent,soquietassilentandquietastheruinedhouseonthehillmademeuneasy.Therewasnosignonthefaceofnatureofthisamazingtalethatwasnotsomuchtoldassuggestedtomeindesolateexclamations,completedbyshrugs,ininterruptedphrases,inhintsendingindeepsighs.Thewoodswereunmoved,likeamaskheavy,likethecloseddoorofaprisontheylookedwiththeirairofhiddenknowledge,ofpatientexpectation,ofunapproachablesilence.TheRussianwasexplainingtomethatitwasonlylatelythatMr.Kurtzhadcomedowntotheriver,bringingalongwithhimallthefightingmenofthatlaketribe.Hehadbeenabsentforseveralmonthsgettinghimselfadored,Isupposeandhadcomedownunexpectedly,withtheintentiontoallappearanceofmakingaraideitheracrosstheriverordownstream.EvidentlytheappetiteformoreivoryhadgotthebetterofthewhatshallIsay?lessmaterialaspirations.Howeverhehadgotmuchworsesuddenly.‘Iheardhewaslyinghelpless,andsoIcameuptookmychance,’saidtheRussian.‘Oh,heisbad,verybad.Idirectedmyglasstothehouse.

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