Lord Jim eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 490 pages of information about Lord Jim.

Lord Jim eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 490 pages of information about Lord Jim.

’"Jove!” he began abruptly, “there are days when a fellow is too absurd for anything; only I know I can tell you what I like.  I talk about being done with it—­with the bally thing at the back of my head . . .  Forgetting . . .  Hang me if I know!  I can think of it quietly.  After all, what has it proved?  Nothing.  I suppose you don’t think so . . .”

’I made a protesting murmur.

’"No matter,” he said.  “I am satisfied . . . nearly.  I’ve got to look only at the face of the first man that comes along, to regain my confidence.  They can’t be made to understand what is going on in me.  What of that?  Come!  I haven’t done so badly.”

’"Not so badly,” I said.

’"But all the same, you wouldn’t like to have me aboard your own ship hey?”

’"Confound you!” I cried.  “Stop this.”

’"Aha!  You see,” he said, crowing, as it were, over me placidly.  “Only,” he went on, “you just try to tell this to any of them here.  They would think you a fool, a liar, or worse.  And so I can stand it.  I’ve done a thing or two for them, but this is what they have done for me.”

’"My dear chap,” I cried, “you shall always remain for them an insoluble mystery.”  Thereupon we were silent.

’"Mystery,” he repeated, before looking up.  “Well, then let me always remain here.”

’After the sun had set, the darkness seemed to drive upon us, borne in every faint puff of the breeze.  In the middle of a hedged path I saw the arrested, gaunt, watchful, and apparently one-legged silhouette of Tamb’ Itam; and across the dusky space my eye detected something white moving to and fro behind the supports of the roof.  As soon as Jim, with Tamb’ Itam at his heels, had started upon his evening rounds, I went up to the house alone, and, unexpectedly, found myself waylaid by the girl, who had been clearly waiting for this opportunity.

’It is hard to tell you what it was precisely she wanted to wrest from me.  Obviously it would be something very simple—­the simplest impossibility in the world; as, for instance, the exact description of the form of a cloud.  She wanted an assurance, a statement, a promise, an explanation—­I don’t know how to call it:  the thing has no name.  It was dark under the projecting roof, and all I could see were the flowing lines of her gown, the pale small oval of her face, with the white flash of her teeth, and, turned towards me, the big sombre orbits of her eyes, where there seemed to be a faint stir, such as you may fancy you can detect when you plunge your gaze to the bottom of an immensely deep well.  What is it that moves there? you ask yourself.  Is it a blind monster or only a lost gleam from the universe?  It occurred to me—­don’t laugh—­that all things being dissimilar, she was more inscrutable in her childish ignorance than the Sphinx propounding childish riddles to wayfarers.  She had been carried off to Patusan before her eyes were open.  She had grown up there; she had seen

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