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Portrait of Joseph Conrad Joseph Conrad The Rescue — PART VI. THE CLAIM OF LIFE AND THE TOLL OF DEATHChapter VI (1920)

Faithful above all others; the messenger of supreme moments; the reckless and devoted servant! Lingard felt a crushing sense of despair. "No, I can't face this," he whispered to himself, looking at the coast black as ink now before his eyes in the world's shadow that was slowly encompassing the grey clearness of the Shallow Waters. "Send Wasub to me. I am going down into the cabin."
He crossed over to the companion, then checking himself suddenly: "Was there a boat from the yacht during the day?" he asked as if struck by a sudden thought.—"No, sir," answered Carter.
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Portrait of Joseph Conrad Joseph Conrad The Rescue — PART VI. THE CLAIM OF LIFE AND THE TOLL OF DEATHChapter VI (1920)

Thirty-six hours later Carter, alone with Lingard in the cabin of the brig, could almost feel during a pause in his talk the oppressive, the breathless peace of the Shallows awaiting another sunset.
"I never expected to see any of you alive," Carter began in his easy tone, but with much less carelessness in his bearing as though his days of responsibility amongst the Shoals of the Shore of Refuge had matured his view of the external world and of his own place therein.
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Portrait of Joseph Conrad Joseph Conrad The Rescue — PART VI. THE CLAIM OF LIFE AND THE TOLL OF DEATHChapter VI (1920)

Not a single hair of the Captain's head seemed to have been singed.
"Near," muttered Lingard. "It might have been my head." He pressed it with both hands, then let them fall. "What about that man?" he asked, brusquely. "Where did he come from? . . . I suppose he is dead now," he added in an envious tone.
"No, sir. He must have as many lives as a cat," answered Carter.
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