Лорд Джим

Chapter 10

           Theyurgedmealoudtocomeaftandhearquietlywhattheskipperhadtosay.Weweresuretobepickedupbeforetheevening—rightinthetrackofalltheCanaltraffic;therewassmoketothenorth-westnow.

           ‘“Itgavemeanawfulshocktoseethisfaint,faintblur,thislowtrailofbrownmistthroughwhichyoucouldseetheboundaryofseaandsky.IcalledouttothemthatIcouldhearverywellwhereIwas.Theskipperstartedswearing,ashoarseasacrow.Hewasn’tgoingtotalkatthetopofhisvoiceformyaccommodation.‘Areyouafraidtheywillhearyouonshore?’Iasked.Heglaredasifhewouldhavelikedtoclawmetopieces.Thechiefengineeradvisedhimtohumourme.HesaidIwasn’trightinmyheadyet.Theotherroseastern,likeathickpillarofflesh—andtalked—talked....”

           ‘Jimremainedthoughtful.“Well?”Isaid.“WhatdidIcarewhatstorytheyagreedtomakeup?”hecriedrecklessly.“Theycouldtellwhattheyjollywellliked.Itwastheirbusiness.Iknewthestory.Nothingtheycouldmakepeoplebelievecouldalteritforme.Ilethimtalk,argue—talk,argue.Hewentonandonandon.SuddenlyIfeltmylegsgivewayunderme.Iwassick,tired—tiredtodeath.Iletfallthetiller,turnedmybackonthem,andsatdownontheforemostthwart.Ihadenough.TheycalledtometoknowifIunderstood—wasn’tittrue,everywordofit?Itwastrue,byGod!aftertheirfashion.Ididnotturnmyhead.Iheardthempalaveringtogether.

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