Лорд Джим

Chapter 10

           Therainbegantofallagain,andthesoft,uninterrupted,alittlemysterioussoundwithwhichtheseareceivesashoweraroseonallsidesinthenight.“Theyweretootakenabacktosayanythingmoreatfirst,”henarratedsteadily,“andwhatcouldIhavetosaytothem?”Hefalteredforamoment,andmadeanefforttogoon.“Theycalledmehorriblenames.”Hisvoice,sinkingtoawhisper,nowandthenwouldleapupsuddenly,hardenedbythepassionofscorn,asthoughhehadbeentalkingofsecretabominations.“Nevermindwhattheycalledme,”hesaidgrimly.“Icouldhearhateintheirvoices.Agoodthingtoo.Theycouldnotforgivemeforbeinginthatboat.Theyhatedit.Itmadethemmad....”Helaughedshort....“Butitkeptmefrom—Look!Iwassittingwithmyarmscrossed,onthegunwale!...”Heperchedhimselfsmartlyontheedgeofthetableandcrossedhisarms....“Likethis—see?OnelittletiltbackwardsandIwouldhavebeengone—aftertheothers.Onelittletilt—theleastbit—theleastbit.”Hefrowned,andtappinghisforeheadwiththetipofhismiddlefinger,“Itwasthereallthetime,”hesaidimpressively.“Allthetime—thatnotion.Andtherain—cold,thick,coldasmeltedsnow—colder—onmythincottonclothes—I’llneverbesocoldagaininmylife,Iknow.Andtheskywasblacktoo—allblack.Notastar,notalightanywhere.Nothingoutsidethatconfoundedboatandthosetwoyappingbeforemelikeacoupleofmeanmongrelsatatree’dthief.

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