Лорд Джим

Chapter 31

           Theglareofaredsplutteringconflagrationgoingoninmid-airfellonhiseyes.Coilsofblackthicksmokecurvedroundtheheadofsomeapparition,someunearthlybeing,allinwhite,withasevere,drawn,anxiousface.Afterasecondorsoherecognisedthegirl.Shewasholdingadammartorchatarm’s-lengthaloft,andinapersistent,urgentmonotoneshewasrepeating,“Getup!Getup!Getup!”

           ‘Suddenlyheleapedtohisfeet;atoncesheputintohishandarevolver,hisownrevolver,whichhadbeenhangingonanail,butloadedthistime.Hegrippeditinsilence,bewildered,blinkinginthelight.Hewonderedwhathecoulddoforher.

           ‘Sheaskedrapidlyandverylow,“Canyoufacefourmenwiththis?”Helaughedwhilenarratingthispartattherecollectionofhispolitealacrity.Itseemshemadeagreatdisplayofit.“Certainlyofcoursecertainlycommandme.”Hewasnotproperlyawake,andhadanotionofbeingverycivilintheseextraordinarycircumstances,ofshowinghisunquestioning,devotedreadiness.Shelefttheroom,andhefollowedher;inthepassagetheydisturbedanoldhagwhodidthecasualcookingofthehousehold,thoughshewassodecrepitastobehardlyabletounderstandhumanspeech.Shegotupandhobbledbehindthem,mumblingtoothlessly.Ontheverandahahammockofsail-cloth,belongingtoCornelius,swayedlightlytothetouchofJim’selbow.Itwasempty.

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