Лорд Джим

Chapter 16

           “Goodbye,”hesaid,withthesuddenhasteofamanwhohadlingeredtoolonginviewofapressingbitofworkwaitingforhim;andthenforasecondorsohemadenottheslightestmovement.Thedownpourfellwiththeheavyuninterruptedrushofasweepingflood,withasoundofuncheckedoverwhelmingfurythatcalledtoone’smindtheimagesofcollapsingbridges,ofuprootedtrees,ofunderminedmountains.Nomancouldbreastthecolossalandheadlongstreamthatseemedtobreakandswirlagainstthedimstillnessinwhichwewereprecariouslyshelteredasifonanisland.Theperforatedpipegurgled,choked,spat,andsplashedinodiousridiculeofaswimmerfightingforhislife.“Itisraining,”Iremonstrated,“andI...“Rainorshine,”hebeganbrusquely,checkedhimself,andwalkedtothewindow.“Perfectdeluge,”hemutteredafterawhile:heleanedhisforeheadontheglass.“It’sdark,too.”

           ‘“Yes,itisverydark,”Isaid.

           ‘Hepivotedonhisheels,crossedtheroom,andhadactuallyopenedthedoorleadingintothecorridorbeforeIleapedupfrommychair.“Wait,”Icried,“Iwantyouto...“Ican’tdinewithyouagainto-night,”heflungatme,withonelegoutoftheroomalready.“Ihaven’ttheslightestintentionofaskingyou,”Ishouted.Atthishedrewbackhisfoot,butremainedmistrustfullyintheverydoorway.Ilostnotimeinentreatinghimearnestlynottobeabsurd;tocomeinandshutthedoor.’

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