Лорд Джим

Chapter 1

           Therewasafiercepurposeinthegale,afuriousearnestnessinthescreechofthewind,inthebrutaltumultofearthandsky,thatseemeddirectedathim,andmadehimholdhisbreathinawe.Hestoodstill.Itseemedtohimhewaswhirledaround.

           Hewasjostled.‘Manthecutter!’Boysrushedpasthim.Acoasterrunninginforshelterhadcrashedthroughaschooneratanchor,andoneoftheship’sinstructorshadseentheaccident.Amobofboysclamberedontherails,clusteredroundthedavits.‘Collision.Justaheadofus.MrSymonssawit.’Apushmadehimstaggeragainstthemizzen-mast,andhecaughtholdofarope.Theoldtraining-shipchainedtohermooringsquiveredallover,bowinggentlyheadtowind,andwithherscantyrigginghumminginadeepbassthebreathlesssongofheryouthatsea.‘Loweraway!’Hesawtheboat,manned,dropswiftlybelowtherail,andrushedafterher.Heheardasplash.‘Letgo;clearthefalls!’Heleanedover.Theriveralongsideseethedinfrothystreaks.Thecuttercouldbeseeninthefallingdarknessunderthespelloftideandwind,thatforamomentheldherbound,andtossingabreastoftheship.Ayellingvoiceinherreachedhimfaintly:‘Keepstroke,youyoungwhelps,ifyouwanttosaveanybody!Keepstroke!’Andsuddenlysheliftedhighherbow,and,leapingwithraisedoarsoverawave,brokethespellcastuponherbythewindandtide.

           Jimfelthisshouldergrippedfirmly.‘Toolate,youngster.’

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