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           Hehadtolowerthesegentlemenattheendofaropeoutofaholeinthewallattheback,whilethemobwhich,pouringoutofthetown,hadspreaditselfallalongtheshore,howledandfoamedatthefootofthebuildinginfront.Hehadtohurrythemthenthewholelengthofthejetty;ithadbeenadesperatedash,neckornothing—andagainitwasNostromo,afellowinathousand,who,atthehead,thistime,oftheCompany’sbodyoflightermen,heldthejettyagainsttherushesoftherabble,thusgivingthefugitivestimetoreachthegiglyingreadyforthemattheotherendwiththeCompany’sflagatthestern.Sticks,stones,shotsflew;knives,too,werethrown.CaptainMitchellexhibitedwillinglythelongcicatriceofacutoverhisleftearandtemple,madebyarazor-bladefastenedtoastick—aweapon,heexplained,verymuchinfavourwiththe“worstkindofniggerouthere.”

           CaptainMitchellwasathick,elderlyman,wearinghigh,pointedcollarsandshortside-whiskers,partialtowhitewaistcoats,andreallyverycommunicativeunderhisairofpompousreserve.

           “Thesegentlemen,”hewouldsay,staringwithgreatsolemnity,“hadtorunlikerabbits,sir.Iranlikearabbitmyself.Certainformsofdeathare—er—distastefultoa—a—er—respectableman.Theywouldhavepoundedmetodeath,too.Acrazymob,sir,doesnotdiscriminate.