Мартин Иден

Chapter 16

           HearrivedatShellyHotSprings,tiredanddusty,onSundaynight. Joegreetedhimexuberantly. Withawettowelboundabouthisachingbrow,hehadbeenatworkallday. 

           "Partoflastweek’swashin’mountedup,mebein’awaytogetyou,"heexplained. "Yourboxarrivedallright. It’sinyourroom. Butit’sahellofathingtocallatrunk. An’what’sinit? Goldbricks?" 

           JoesatonthebedwhileMartinunpacked. Theboxwasapacking-caseforbreakfastfood,andMr.Higginbothamhadchargedhimhalfadollarforit. Tworopehandles,nailedonbyMartin,hadtechnicallytransformeditintoatrunkeligibleforthebaggage-car. Joewatched,withbulgingeyes,afewshirtsandseveralchangesofunderclothescomeoutofthebox,followedbybooks,andmorebooks. 

           "Bookscleantothebottom?"heasked. 

           Martinnodded,andwentonarrangingthebooksonakitchentablewhichservedintheroominplaceofawash-stand. 

           "Gee!"Joeexploded,thenwaitedinsilenceforthedeductiontoariseinhisbrain. Atlastitcame. 

           "Say,youdon’tcareforthegirlsmuch?"hequeried. 

           "No,"wastheanswer. "IusedtochasealotbeforeItackledthebooks. Butsincethenthere’snotime." 

           "Andtherewon’tbeanytimehere. Allyoucandoisworkan’sleep." 

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