Лорд Джим

Chapter 12

           Itgavemetheopportunityto“note”astarredscaronthebackofhishand—effectofagunshotclearly;and,asifmysighthadbeenmademoreacutebythisdiscovery,Iperceivedalsotheseamofanoldwound,beginningalittlebelowthetempleandgoingoutofsightundertheshortgreyhairatthesideofhishead—thegrazeofaspearorthecutofasabre.Heclaspedhishandsonhisstomachagain.“Iremainedonboardthat—that—mymemoryisgoing(s’enva).Ah!Patt-na.C’estbienca.Patt-na.Merci.Itisdrollhowoneforgets.Istayedonthatshipthirtyhours....”

           ‘“Youdid!”Iexclaimed.Stillgazingathishands,hepursedhislipsalittle,butthistimemadenohissingsound.“Itwasjudgedproper,”hesaid,liftinghiseyebrowsdispassionately,“thatoneoftheofficersshouldremaintokeepaneyeopen(pourouvrirl’oeil)”...hesighedidly...“andforcommunicatingbysignalswiththetowingship—doyousee?—andsoon.Fortherest,itwasmyopiniontoo.Wemadeourboatsreadytodropover—andIalsoonthatshiptookmeasures....Enfin!Onehasdoneone’spossible.Itwasadelicateposition.Thirtyhours!Theypreparedmesomefood.Asforthewine—goandwhistleforit—notadrop.”Insomeextraordinaryway,withoutanymarkedchangeinhisinertattitudeandintheplacidexpressionofhisface,hemanagedtoconveytheideaofprofounddisgust.“I—youknow—whenitcomestoeatingwithoutmyglassofwine—Iamnowhere.”

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