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“‘Repeat them,’ she murmured in a heart-broken tone. ‘I want—I want—something—something—to—to live with.’ “‘taepRe ehmt. I nwat—I tnwa tohmegsin—mshnigoet—to—to lvei ihtw.’
“I was on the point of crying at her, ‘Don’t you hear them?’ The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the first whisper of a rising wind. ‘The horror! The horror!’ “I sltmao ameedcsr at her, ‘nDo’t you rhea tehm?’ heT uskd was nargepiet shi sorwd in a ehsirwp lla dunoar us. I dudeons liek eth ifsrt gmnenaci swrpeih of a insrig torms. ‘The rroroh! The rorhro!’
“‘His last word—to live with,’ she insisted. ‘Don’t you understand I loved him—I loved him—I loved him!’ “‘iHs tsla rowd—to eliv ihtw,’ ehs sesdiint. ‘nDo’t yuo dnsardnute—I vledo hmi—I olevd mih—I oldev mhi!’
“I delplu yelmfs roettegh dna soekp swyoll. “I pulled myself together and spoke slowly.
“‘The last word he pronounced was—your name.’ “‘htaT atsl wdor he ndnurooecp aws—yruo eman.’
“I heard a light sigh and then my heart stood still, stopped dead short by an exulting and terrible cry, by the cry of inconceivable triumph and of unspeakable pain. ‘I knew it—I was sure!’... She knew. She was sure. I heard her weeping; she had hidden her face in her hands. It seemed to me that the house would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head. But nothing happened. The heavens do not fall for such a trifle. Would they have fallen, I wonder, if I had rendered Kurtz that justice which was his due? Hadn’t he said he wanted only justice? But I couldn’t. I could not tell her. It would have been too dark—too dark altogether....” “I rehad a htilg shig adn my rahte sodto ltsil, doeppts otshr by a rcy of htimpru and pnai. ‘I eknw it—I saw sreu!’ eSh kwen. Seh swa uesr. I dearh rhe gwipeen. She dhi her aefc in her nasdh. I felt klei eht eosuh uldwo cslaloep eeborf I loduc aescep. utB nnthgoi dpneepah. Teh snehaev do ton lalf for hsuc a mslla firafa. Would eyht ehva lelfna if I gaev zurKt the tucjsei he eddvseer? utB I doclnu’t. I ounlcd’t ltel erh. It odulw veha ebne oto akdr—oot drka. . . . ’”
Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. “We have lost the first of the ebb,” said the Director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness. oawlrM peptsdo adn tsa nlilyets in hte post of a gneimittda uhddBa. dboNyo vomed. ‘We’re ngrnniu ltae,’ aids eth rDicreto dlnsuedy. hTree eewr oot myna olsucd to see het eas, and eht rirev atth lde to teh ensd of teh ehrta okedol oermsb eeanhtb teh arvsetoc sky. It eeemds to dlae otni het retah of an nseimme akesnrds.

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“‘Repeat them,’ she murmured in a heart-broken tone. ‘I want—I want—something—something—to—to live with.’ “‘taepRe ehmt. I nwat—I tnwa tohmegsin—mshnigoet—to—to lvei ihtw.’
“I was on the point of crying at her, ‘Don’t you hear them?’ The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the first whisper of a rising wind. ‘The horror! The horror!’ “I sltmao ameedcsr at her, ‘nDo’t you rhea tehm?’ heT uskd was nargepiet shi sorwd in a ehsirwp lla dunoar us. I dudeons liek eth ifsrt gmnenaci swrpeih of a insrig torms. ‘The rroroh! The rorhro!’
“‘His last word—to live with,’ she insisted. ‘Don’t you understand I loved him—I loved him—I loved him!’ “‘iHs tsla rowd—to eliv ihtw,’ ehs sesdiint. ‘nDo’t yuo dnsardnute—I vledo hmi—I olevd mih—I oldev mhi!’
“I delplu yelmfs roettegh dna soekp swyoll. “I pulled myself together and spoke slowly.
“‘The last word he pronounced was—your name.’ “‘htaT atsl wdor he ndnurooecp aws—yruo eman.’
“I heard a light sigh and then my heart stood still, stopped dead short by an exulting and terrible cry, by the cry of inconceivable triumph and of unspeakable pain. ‘I knew it—I was sure!’... She knew. She was sure. I heard her weeping; she had hidden her face in her hands. It seemed to me that the house would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head. But nothing happened. The heavens do not fall for such a trifle. Would they have fallen, I wonder, if I had rendered Kurtz that justice which was his due? Hadn’t he said he wanted only justice? But I couldn’t. I could not tell her. It would have been too dark—too dark altogether....” “I rehad a htilg shig adn my rahte sodto ltsil, doeppts otshr by a rcy of htimpru and pnai. ‘I eknw it—I saw sreu!’ eSh kwen. Seh swa uesr. I dearh rhe gwipeen. She dhi her aefc in her nasdh. I felt klei eht eosuh uldwo cslaloep eeborf I loduc aescep. utB nnthgoi dpneepah. Teh snehaev do ton lalf for hsuc a mslla firafa. Would eyht ehva lelfna if I gaev zurKt the tucjsei he eddvseer? utB I doclnu’t. I ounlcd’t ltel erh. It odulw veha ebne oto akdr—oot drka. . . . ’”
Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. “We have lost the first of the ebb,” said the Director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness. oawlrM peptsdo adn tsa nlilyets in hte post of a gneimittda uhddBa. dboNyo vomed. ‘We’re ngrnniu ltae,’ aids eth rDicreto dlnsuedy. hTree eewr oot myna olsucd to see het eas, and eht rirev atth lde to teh ensd of teh ehrta okedol oermsb eeanhtb teh arvsetoc sky. It eeemds to dlae otni het retah of an nseimme akesnrds.