An Outcast of the Islands Part 35
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She began to cry--
"Don't look at me like that, Peter. What have I done? I come to beg--to beg--forgiveness. . . . Save--Lingard--danger."
He trembled with impatience, with hope, with fear. She looked at him and sobbed out in a fresh outburst of grief--
"Oh! Peter. What's the matter?--Are you ill? . . . Oh! you look so ill . . ."
He shook her violently into a terrified and wondering silence.
"How dare you!--I am well--perfectly well. . . . Where's that boat? Will you tell me where that boat is--at last? The boat, I say . . .
You! . . ."
"You hurt me," she moaned.
He let her go, and, mastering her terror, she stood quivering and looking at him with strange intensity. Then she made a movement forward, but he lifted his finger, and she restrained herself with a long sigh.
He calmed down suddenly and surveyed her with cold criticism, with the same appearance as when, in the old days, he used to find fault with the household expenses. She found a kind of fearful delight in this abrupt return into the past, into her old subjection.
He stood outwardly collected now, and listened to her disconnected story. Her words seemed to fall round him with the distracting clatter of stunning hail. He caught the meaning here and there, and straightway would lose himself in a tremendous effort to shape out some intelligible theory of events. There was a boat. A boat. A big boat that could take him to sea if necessary. That much was clear. She brought it. Why did Almayer lie to her so? Was it a plan to decoy him into some ambush?
Better that than hopeless solitude. She had money. The men were ready to go anywhere . . . she said.
He interrupted her--
"Where are they now?"
"They are coming directly," she answered, tearfully. "Directly. There are some fis.h.i.+ng stakes near here--they said. They are coming directly."
Again she was talking and sobbing together. She wanted to be forgiven.
Forgiven? What for? Ah! the scene in Maca.s.sar. As if he had time to think of that! What did he care what she had done months ago? He seemed to struggle in the toils of complicated dreams where everything was impossible, yet a matter of course, where the past took the aspects of the future and the present lay heavy on his heart--seemed to take him by the throat like the hand of an enemy. And while she begged, entreated, kissed his hands, wept on his shoulder, adjured him in the name of G.o.d, to forgive, to forget, to speak the word for which she longed, to look at his boy, to believe in her sorrow and in her devotion--his eyes, in the fascinated immobility of s.h.i.+ning pupils, looked far away, far beyond her, beyond the river, beyond this land, through days, weeks, months; looked into liberty, into the future, into his triumph . . . into the great possibility of a startling revenge.
He felt a sudden desire to dance and shout. He shouted--
"After all, we shall meet again, Captain Lingard."
"Oh, no! No!" she cried, joining her hands.
He looked at her with surprise. He had forgotten she was there till the break of her cry in the monotonous tones of her prayer recalled him into that courtyard from the glorious turmoil of his dreams. It was very strange to see her there--near him. He felt almost affectionate towards her. After all, she came just in time. Then he thought: That other one.
I must get away without a scene. Who knows; she may be dangerous! . . .
And all at once he felt he hated Aissa with an immense hatred that seemed to choke him. He said to his wife--
"Wait a moment."
She, obedient, seemed to gulp down some words which wanted to come out.
He muttered: "Stay here," and disappeared round the tree.
The water in the iron pan on the cooking fire boiled furiously, belching out volumes of white steam that mixed with the thin black thread of smoke. The old woman appeared to him through this as if in a fog, squatting on her heels, impa.s.sive and weird.
Willems came up near and asked, "Where is she?"
The woman did not even lift her head, but answered at once, readily, as though she had expected the question for a long time.
"While you were asleep under the tree, before the strange canoe came, she went out of the house. I saw her look at you and pa.s.s on with a great light in her eyes. A great light. And she went towards the place where our master Lakamba had his fruit trees. When we were many here.
Many, many. Men with arms by their side. Many . . . men. And talk . . .
and songs . . ."
She went on like that, raving gently to herself for a long time after Willems had left her.
Willems went back to his wife. He came up close to her and found he had nothing to say. Now all his faculties were concentrated upon his wish to avoid Aissa. She might stay all the morning in that grove. Why did those rascally boatmen go? He had a physical repugnance to set eyes on her.
And somewhere, at the very bottom of his heart, there was a fear of her.
Why? What could she do? Nothing on earth could stop him now. He felt strong, reckless, pitiless, and superior to everything. He wanted to preserve before his wife the lofty purity of his character. He thought: She does not know. Almayer held his tongue about Aissa. But if she finds out, I am lost. If it hadn't been for the boy I would . . . free of both of them. . . . The idea darted through his head. Not he! Married. . . .
Swore solemnly. No . . . sacred tie. . . . Looking on his wife, he felt for the first time in his life something approaching remorse. Remorse, arising from his conception of the awful nature of an oath before the altar. . . . She mustn't find out. . . . Oh, for that boat! He must run in and get his revolver. Couldn't think of trusting himself unarmed with those Bajow fellows. Get it now while she is away. Oh, for that boat!
. . . He dared not go to the river and hail. He thought: She might hear me. . . . I'll go and get . . . cartridges . . . then will be all ready . . . nothing else. No.
And while he stood meditating profoundly before he could make up his mind to run to the house, Joanna pleaded, holding to his arm--pleaded despairingly, broken-hearted, hopeless whenever she glanced up at his face, which to her seemed to wear the aspect of unforgiving rect.i.tude, of virtuous severity, of merciless justice. And she pleaded humbly--abashed before him, before the unmoved appearance of the man she had wronged in defiance of human and divine laws. He heard not a word of what she said till she raised her voice in a final appeal--
". . . Don't you see I loved you always? They told me horrible things about you. . . . My own mother! They told me--you have been--you have been unfaithful to me, and I . . ."
"It's a d.a.m.ned lie!" shouted Willems, waking up for a moment into righteous indignation.
"I know! I know--Be generous.--Think of my misery since you went away--Oh! I could have torn my tongue out. . . . I will never believe anybody--Look at the boy--Be merciful--I could never rest till I found you. . . . Say--a word--one word. . ."
"What the devil do you want?" exclaimed Willems, looking towards the river. "Where's that d.a.m.ned boat? Why did you let them go away? You stupid!"
"Oh, Peter!--I know that in your heart you have forgiven me--You are so generous--I want to hear you say so. . . . Tell me--do you?"
"Yes! yes!" said Willems, impatiently. "I forgive you. Don't be a fool."
"Don't go away. Don't leave me alone here. Where is the danger? I am so frightened. . . . Are you alone here? Sure? . . . Let us go away!"
"That's sense," said Willems, still looking anxiously towards the river.
She sobbed gently, leaning on his arm.
"Let me go," he said.
He had seen above the steep bank the heads of three men glide along smoothly. Then, where the sh.o.r.e shelved down to the landing-place, appeared a big canoe which came slowly to land.
"Here they are," he went on, briskly. "I must get my revolver."
He made a few hurried paces towards the house, but seemed to catch sight of something, turned short round and came back to his wife. She stared at him, alarmed by the sudden change in his face. He appeared much discomposed. He stammered a little as he began to speak.
"Take the child. Walk down to the boat and tell them to drop it out of sight, quick, behind the bushes. Do you hear? Quick! I will come to you there directly. Hurry up!"
"Peter! What is it? I won't leave you. There is some danger in this horrible place."
"Will you do what I tell you?" said Willems, in an irritable whisper.
"No! no! no! I won't leave you. I will not lose you again. Tell me, what is it?"
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