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"I am a lost man."



He shook his hand above his head in a gesturecareless and

tragic, then walked down into the mist that closed above him in



shining undulations under the first breath of the morning breeze.

CHAPTER FOUR



Willems moved languidly towards the river, then retraced his

steps to the tree and let himself fall on the seat under its



shade. On the other side of the immense trunk he could hear the

old woman moving about, sighing loudly, muttering to herself,



snapping dry sticks, blowing up the fire. After a while a whiff

of smoke drifted round to where he sat. It made him feel hungry,



and that feeling was like a new indignity added to an intolerable

load of humiliations. He felt inclined to cry. He felt very



weak. He held up his arm before his eyes and watched for a

little while the trembling of the lean limb. Skin and bone, by



God! How thin he was! . . . He had suffered from fever a good

deal, and now he thought with tearful dismay that Lingard,



although he had sent him food--and what food, great Lord: a

little rice and dried fish; quite unfit for a white man--had not



sent him any medicine. Did the old savage think that he was like

the wild beasts that are never ill? He wanted quinine.



He leaned the back of his head against the tree and closed his

eyes. He thought feebly that if he could get hold of Lingard he



would like to flay him alive; but it was only a blurred, a short

and a passing thought. His imagination, exhausted by the repeated



delineations of his own fate, had not enough strength left to

grip the idea of revenge. He was not indignant and rebellious.



He was cowed. He was cowed by the immense cataclysm of his

disaster. Like most men, he had carried solemnly within his



breast the whole universe, and the approaching end of all things

in the destruction of his own personality filled him with



paralyzing awe. Everything was toppling over. He blinked his

eyes quickly, and it seemed to him that the very sunshine of the



morning disclosed in its brightness a suggestion of some hidden

and sinister meaning. In his unreasoning fear he tried to hide



within himself. He drew his feet up, his head sank between his

shoulders, his arms hugged his sides. Under the high and



enormous tree soaring superbly out of the mist in a vigorous

spread of lofty boughs, with a restless and eager flutter of its



innumerable leaves in the clear sunshine, he remained motionless,

huddled up on his seat: terrified and still.



Willems' gaze roamed over the ground, and then he watched with

idiotic fixity half a dozen black ants entering courageously a



tuft of long grass which, to them, must have appeared a dark and

a dangerous jungle. Suddenly he thought: There must be something



dead in there. Some dead insect. Death everywhere! He closed

his eyes again in an access of trembling pain. Death



everywhere--wherever one looks. He did not want to see the ants.

He did not want to see anybody or anything. He sat in the



darkness of his own making, reflecting bitterly that there was no

peace for him. He heard voices now. . . . Illusion! Misery!



Torment! Who would come? Who would speak to him? What business

had he to hear voices? . . . yet he heard them faintly, from the



river. Faintly, as if shouted far off over there, came the words

"We come back soon." . . . Delirium and mockery! Who would come



back? Nobody ever comes back! Fever comes back. He had it on

him this morning. That was it. . . . He heard unexpectedly" target="_blank" title="ad.意外地;突然地">unexpectedly the



old woman muttering something near by. She had come round to his

side of the tree. He opened his eyes and saw her bent back



before him. She stood, with her hand shading her eyes, looking

towards the landing-place. Then she glided away. She had



seen--and now she was going back to her cooking; a woman

incurious; expecting nothing; without fear and without hope.



She had gone back behind the tree, and now Willems could see a

human figure on the path to the landing-place. It appeared to



him to be a woman, in a red gown, holding some heavy bundle in

her arms; it was an apparitionunexpected, familiar and odd. He






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