Лорд Джим

Chapter 8

           Thefirstengineerrancautiouslyacrossthebridgetotugathissleeve.

           ‘“Comeandhelp!ForGod’ssake,comeandhelp!”

           ‘Heranbacktotheboatonthepointsofhistoes,andreturneddirectlytoworryathissleeve,beggingandcursingatthesametime.

           ‘“Ibelievehewouldhavekissedmyhands,”saidJimsavagely,“and,nextmoment,hestartsfoamingandwhisperinginmyface,‘IfIhadthetimeIwouldliketocrackyourskullforyou.’Ipushedhimaway.Suddenlyhecaughtholdofmeroundtheneck.Damnhim!Ihithim.Ihitoutwithoutlooking.‘Won’tyousaveyourownlifeyouinfernalcoward?’hesobs.Coward!Hecalledmeaninfernalcoward!Ha!ha!ha!ha!Hecalledmeha!ha!ha!...

           ‘Hehadthrownhimselfbackandwasshakingwithlaughter.Ihadneverinmylifeheardanythingsobitterasthatnoise.Itfelllikeablightonallthemerrimentaboutdonkeys,pyramids,bazaars,orwhatnot.Alongthewholedimlengthofthegallerythevoicesdropped,thepaleblotchesoffacesturnedourwaywithoneaccord,andthesilencebecamesoprofoundthatthecleartinkleofateaspoonfallingonthetesselatedflooroftheverandahrangoutlikeatinyandsilveryscream.

           ‘“Youmustn’tlaughlikethis,withallthesepeopleabout,”Iremonstrated.“Itisn’tniceforthem,youknow.”

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