Риф, або Там, де розбивається щастя

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           MadamedeChantelleandOwenappearedtogetherashespoke,andAnna,gatheringupherwraps,said:“You’lltellmeaboutthat,then.Tryandremembereverythingyoucan.”

           Ashetrampedthroughthewoodsathisyounghost’sside,Darrowfeltthepartialrelieffromthoughtproducedbyexerciseandtheobligationtotalk.Littleashecaredforshooting,hehadthehabitofconcentrationwhichmakesitnaturalforamantothrowhimselfwhollyintowhateverbusinesshehasinhand,andthereweremomentsoftheafternoonwhenasuddenwhirrintheundergrowth,avividergleamagainstthehazybrownsandgreysofthewoods,wasenoughtofilltheforegroundofhisattention.Butallthewhile,behindthesevoluntarilyemphasizedsensations,hissecretconsciousnesscontinuedtorevolveonaloudwheelofthought.Foratimeitseemedtobesweepinghimthroughdeepgulfsofdarkness.Hissensationsweretooswiftandswarmingtobedisentangled.Hehadanalmostphysicalsenseofstrugglingforair,ofbattlinghelplesslywithmaterialobstructions,asthoughtherussetcovertthroughwhichhetrudgedweretheheartofamaleficentjungle...

           Snatchesofhiscompanion’stalkdriftedtohimintermittentlythroughtheconfusionofhisthoughts.Hecaughteagerself-revealingphrases,andunderstoodthatOwenwassayingthingsabouthimself,perhapshintingindirectlyatthehopesforwhichDarrowhadbeenpreparedbyAnna’sconfidences.Hehadalreadybecomeawarethattheladlikedhim,andhadmeanttotakethefirstopportunityofshowingthathereciprocatedthefeeling.

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