Лорд Джим

Chapter 43

           “Iwouldadviseyoutoholdyourtongue,orsomebodyheremayflingyouoverboardintothisdamnedfog,”saidBrown.Theboatseemedtobestandingstill;nothingcouldbeseen,noteventheriveralongside,onlythewater-dustflewandtrickled,condensed,downtheirbeardsandfaces.Itwasweird,Browntoldme.Everyindividualmanofthemfeltasthoughhewereadriftaloneinaboat,hauntedbyanalmostimperceptiblesuspicionofsighing,mutteringghosts.“Throwmeout,wouldyou?ButIwouldknowwhereIwas,”mumbledCorneliussurlily.“I’velivedmanyyearshere.”“Notlongenoughtoseethroughafoglikethis,”Brownsaid,lollingbackwithhisarmswingingtoandfroontheuselesstiller.“Yes.Longenoughforthat,”snarledCornelius.“That’sveryuseful,”commentedBrown.“AmItobelieveyoucouldfindthatbackwayyouspokeofblindfold,likethis?”Corneliusgrunted.“Areyoutootiredtorow?”heaskedafterasilence.“No,byGod!”shoutedBrownsuddenly.“Outwithyouroarsthere.”Therewasagreatknockinginthefog,whichafterawhilesettledintoaregulargrindofinvisiblesweepsagainstinvisiblethole-pins.Otherwisenothingwaschanged,andbutfortheslightsplashofadippedbladeitwaslikerowingaballooncarinacloud,saidBrown.ThereafterCorneliusdidnotopenhislipsexcepttoaskquerulouslyforsomebodytobaleouthiscanoe,whichwastowingbehindthelong-boat.Graduallythefogwhitenedandbecameluminousahead

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