Лорд Джим

Chapter 11

           Hewithdrewhisrightfistfromhispocket,andtheblowhestruckonhischestresoundedlikeamuffleddetonationinthenight.

           ‘“No,”Isaid.Hemeditated,withhislegsslightlyapartandhischinsunk.“Ahair’s-breadth,”hemuttered.“Notthebreadthofahairbetweenthisandthat.Andatthetime...”

           ‘“Itisdifficulttoseeahairatmidnight,”Iputin,alittleviciouslyIfear.Don’tyouseewhatImeanbythesolidarityofthecraft?Iwasaggrievedagainsthim,asthoughhehadcheatedme—me!—ofasplendidopportunitytokeepuptheillusionofmybeginnings,asthoughhehadrobbedourcommonlifeofthelastsparkofitsglamour.“Andsoyouclearedout—atonce.”

           ‘“Jumped,”hecorrectedmeincisively.“Jumped—mind!”herepeated,andIwonderedattheevidentbutobscureintention.“Well,yes!PerhapsIcouldnotseethen.ButIhadplentyoftimeandanyamountoflightinthatboat.AndIcouldthinktoo.Nobodywouldknow,ofcourse,butthisdidnotmakeitanyeasierforme.You’vegottobelievethattoo.Ididnotwantallthistalk....No...Yes...Iwon’tlie...Iwantedit:itistheverythingIwanted—there.DoyouthinkyouoranybodycouldhavemademeifI...Iam—Iamnotafraidtotell.AndIwasn’tafraidtothinkeither.Ilookeditintheface.Iwasn’tgoingtorunaway.Atfirst—atnight,ifithadn’tbeenforthosefellowsImighthave..

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