Лорд Джим

Chapter 13

           Thedamnedthingwon’tmakemeinvisible,”hesaidwithintensebitterness,“nosuchluck.”Andthenatthemomentoftakingleavehetreatedmetoaghastlymuddleofdubiousstammersandmovements,toanawfuldisplayofhesitations.Godforgivehimme!HehadtakenitintohisfancifulheadthatIwaslikelytomakesomedifficultyastoshakinghands.Itwastooawfulforwords.IbelieveIshoutedsuddenlyathimasyouwouldbellowtoamanyousawabouttowalkoveracliff;Irememberourvoicesbeingraised,theappearanceofamiserablegrinonhisface,acrushingclutchonmyhand,anervouslaugh.Thecandlesplutteredout,andthethingwasoveratlast,withagroanthatfloateduptomeinthedark.Hegothimselfawaysomehow.Thenightswallowedhisform.Hewasahorriblebungler.Horrible.Iheardthequickcrunch-crunchofthegravelunderhisboots.Hewasrunning.Absolutelyrunning,withnowheretogoto.Andhewasnotyetfour-and-twenty.’

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