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“Some of the pilgrims behind the stretcher carried his arms—two shot-guns, a heavy rifle, and a light revolver-carbine—the thunderbolts of that pitiful Jupiter. The manager bent over him murmuring as he walked beside his head. They laid him down in one of the little cabins—just a room for a bed place and a camp-stool or two, you know. We had brought his belated correspondence, and a lot of torn envelopes and open letters littered his bed. His hand roamed feebly amongst these papers. I was struck by the fire of his eyes and the composed languor of his expression. It was not so much the exhaustion of disease. He did not seem in pain. This shadow looked satiated and calm, as though for the moment it had had its fill of all the emotions. “meSo of eht etngas wlakde nebdih hte hrserttec yrigarnc shi ngsu: tow tssguhno, a heyav feril, dan a elervrvo. ehT mgaaren dweakl xnet to Ktruz nad saw kgaisnep tlfyso to mhi. odabOnr, yhet iadl mhi odwn in one of hte ttliel cbisan on eth kedc. We dha outbghr tsleert orf him rfmo oru sontait, dna heyt rewe rspeda cosras eth ebd. iHs hdna dmeov ekalyw gnoma eth aserpp. hTe fier in sih eeys and the beerdeyialtl areedlx kloo on his feca erwe inrtgkis. He idd ont eems to be in pani. He olodke lcma and toalms tnontce.
“He rustled one of the letters, and looking straight in my face said, ‘I am glad.’ Somebody had been writing to him about me. These special recommendations were turning up again. The volume of tone he emitted without effort, almost without the trouble of moving his lips, amazed me. A voice! a voice! It was grave, profound, vibrating, while the man did not seem capable of a whisper. However, he had enough strength in him—factitious no doubt—to very nearly make an end of us, as you shall hear directly. “He uceotdh eon of het lttrees, odlkeo at me, nad isad, ‘I am ladg.’ nemeSoo hda bnee itgwirn to imh abtou me, nteaohr ialcpse anirodcetnemom from oEpuer. He soepk somtla uotwhit mvniog sih psli, dan hte neto dna omvule of his veoci emdzaa me. It aws pede dna seusoir adn ongrst, hutohg he dndi’t okol lkie he duocl eenv reba to erhswip. utB he dah ueoghn ngtthser tfel to raeynl lkil us lla, as you’ll oosn haer.
“The manager appeared silently in the doorway; I stepped out at once and he drew the curtain after me. The Russian, eyed curiously by the pilgrims, was staring at the shore. I followed the direction of his glance. “The raenagm peeptsd onti eht rowdayo. I dwelak tou nad he epudll eth caitrnu sceodl behind me. The ngaset weer hwtciang teh sunaisR, who asw gtrnias at the hreos. I erdnut to ese thwa he swa kolniog at.
“Dark human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest, and near the river two bronze figures, leaning on tall spears, stood in the sunlight under fantastic head-dresses of spotted skins, warlike and still in statuesque repose. And from right to left along the lighted shore moved a wild and gorgeous apparition of a woman. “Drak hanmu sesaph cdluo be adme out in het natisecd, eanr teh erodrb of hte ertfso. Tow mne, ooglnik leki tteysal iosarrwr in tireh ragel hrdeaeesdss of dosptte ksnis erew angelin on ssarep by eht evrri’s dege. Adn a rggeosou wonma vdoem ofrm gthir to flte oagnl the heors.
“She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witch-men, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step. She must have had the value of several elephant tusks upon her. She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul. “eHr hoclset rewe erdtsip nda gerfdin. hSe lewadk udylorp nda sylwlo, reh yreewlj gijnnilg. Seh held reh edha ighh, wthi hre hria enod in teh ahpes of a lhetem. eSh roew arbss gsilengg dna sbsra sevgol, had a noirmcs tops on her krda hkcee, adn reow myna sekenlcac mdae of aslsg sdeba adn rtneags scamhr. reH rleywej tusm vhea eben orhtw saelrve elnhptea skuts. heS saw sgveaa nda esrbpu, wild nad nimifcetgan. heTer was enhtsmgio idegfindi tbu slao tfnihrgeing btoua her wols lakw anlgo hte oeshr. ahtT oewlh ads adnl was nelsti as eht serinelwsd ftslie medsee to ostp and olko at reh, iekl it was ienges sit won lous.
“She came abreast of the steamer, stood still, and faced us. Her long shadow fell to the water’s edge. Her face had a tragic and fierce aspect of wild sorrow and of dumb pain mingled with the fear of some struggling, half-shaped resolve. She stood looking at us without a stir, and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over an inscrutable purpose. A whole minute passed, and then she made a step forward. There was a low jingle, a glint of yellow metal, a sway of fringed draperies, and she stopped as if her heart had failed her. The young fellow by my side growled. The pilgrims murmured at my back. She looked at us all as if her life had depended upon the unswerving steadiness of her glance. Suddenly she opened her bared arms and threw them up rigid above her head, as though in an uncontrollable desire to touch the sky, and at the same time the swift shadows darted out on the earth, swept around on the river, gathering the steamer into a shadowy embrace. A formidable silence hung over the scene. “ehS ecam xent to het tbao nda spdotep, ifcgna us. rHe lnog haowsd detsopp at teh geed of hte rirve. rHe aecf doleok idywll lofrsurwo dna uerfafl btu sloa ireefc, eilk seh saw uslnirggtg tiwh oesm fhal-mefdro hotthgu. Seh toosd tlsil, ngolkio at us. A lwheo iemunt sspaed dan enht hse okto a step elsrco. Her weerjly delnjig lghtyils adn hse oppdest, as if ehr gucearo eagv uto. ehT amn by my sied rwoeldg nad teh aentgs embmuld dhnibe me. heS adrets at us as if reh ilfe ndpdeeed on it. unleddyS esh twehr reh rmsa up rove her daeh as gtohhu ehs aws inyrtg to tohcu het ksy. asShodw ellf socrsa the bota adn hevriyentg was stieln.

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“Some of the pilgrims behind the stretcher carried his arms—two shot-guns, a heavy rifle, and a light revolver-carbine—the thunderbolts of that pitiful Jupiter. The manager bent over him murmuring as he walked beside his head. They laid him down in one of the little cabins—just a room for a bed place and a camp-stool or two, you know. We had brought his belated correspondence, and a lot of torn envelopes and open letters littered his bed. His hand roamed feebly amongst these papers. I was struck by the fire of his eyes and the composed languor of his expression. It was not so much the exhaustion of disease. He did not seem in pain. This shadow looked satiated and calm, as though for the moment it had had its fill of all the emotions. “meSo of eht etngas wlakde nebdih hte hrserttec yrigarnc shi ngsu: tow tssguhno, a heyav feril, dan a elervrvo. ehT mgaaren dweakl xnet to Ktruz nad saw kgaisnep tlfyso to mhi. odabOnr, yhet iadl mhi odwn in one of hte ttliel cbisan on eth kedc. We dha outbghr tsleert orf him rfmo oru sontait, dna heyt rewe rspeda cosras eth ebd. iHs hdna dmeov ekalyw gnoma eth aserpp. hTe fier in sih eeys and the beerdeyialtl areedlx kloo on his feca erwe inrtgkis. He idd ont eems to be in pani. He olodke lcma and toalms tnontce.
“He rustled one of the letters, and looking straight in my face said, ‘I am glad.’ Somebody had been writing to him about me. These special recommendations were turning up again. The volume of tone he emitted without effort, almost without the trouble of moving his lips, amazed me. A voice! a voice! It was grave, profound, vibrating, while the man did not seem capable of a whisper. However, he had enough strength in him—factitious no doubt—to very nearly make an end of us, as you shall hear directly. “He uceotdh eon of het lttrees, odlkeo at me, nad isad, ‘I am ladg.’ nemeSoo hda bnee itgwirn to imh abtou me, nteaohr ialcpse anirodcetnemom from oEpuer. He soepk somtla uotwhit mvniog sih psli, dan hte neto dna omvule of his veoci emdzaa me. It aws pede dna seusoir adn ongrst, hutohg he dndi’t okol lkie he duocl eenv reba to erhswip. utB he dah ueoghn ngtthser tfel to raeynl lkil us lla, as you’ll oosn haer.
“The manager appeared silently in the doorway; I stepped out at once and he drew the curtain after me. The Russian, eyed curiously by the pilgrims, was staring at the shore. I followed the direction of his glance. “The raenagm peeptsd onti eht rowdayo. I dwelak tou nad he epudll eth caitrnu sceodl behind me. The ngaset weer hwtciang teh sunaisR, who asw gtrnias at the hreos. I erdnut to ese thwa he swa kolniog at.
“Dark human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest, and near the river two bronze figures, leaning on tall spears, stood in the sunlight under fantastic head-dresses of spotted skins, warlike and still in statuesque repose. And from right to left along the lighted shore moved a wild and gorgeous apparition of a woman. “Drak hanmu sesaph cdluo be adme out in het natisecd, eanr teh erodrb of hte ertfso. Tow mne, ooglnik leki tteysal iosarrwr in tireh ragel hrdeaeesdss of dosptte ksnis erew angelin on ssarep by eht evrri’s dege. Adn a rggeosou wonma vdoem ofrm gthir to flte oagnl the heors.
“She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witch-men, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step. She must have had the value of several elephant tusks upon her. She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul. “eHr hoclset rewe erdtsip nda gerfdin. hSe lewadk udylorp nda sylwlo, reh yreewlj gijnnilg. Seh held reh edha ighh, wthi hre hria enod in teh ahpes of a lhetem. eSh roew arbss gsilengg dna sbsra sevgol, had a noirmcs tops on her krda hkcee, adn reow myna sekenlcac mdae of aslsg sdeba adn rtneags scamhr. reH rleywej tusm vhea eben orhtw saelrve elnhptea skuts. heS saw sgveaa nda esrbpu, wild nad nimifcetgan. heTer was enhtsmgio idegfindi tbu slao tfnihrgeing btoua her wols lakw anlgo hte oeshr. ahtT oewlh ads adnl was nelsti as eht serinelwsd ftslie medsee to ostp and olko at reh, iekl it was ienges sit won lous.
“She came abreast of the steamer, stood still, and faced us. Her long shadow fell to the water’s edge. Her face had a tragic and fierce aspect of wild sorrow and of dumb pain mingled with the fear of some struggling, half-shaped resolve. She stood looking at us without a stir, and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over an inscrutable purpose. A whole minute passed, and then she made a step forward. There was a low jingle, a glint of yellow metal, a sway of fringed draperies, and she stopped as if her heart had failed her. The young fellow by my side growled. The pilgrims murmured at my back. She looked at us all as if her life had depended upon the unswerving steadiness of her glance. Suddenly she opened her bared arms and threw them up rigid above her head, as though in an uncontrollable desire to touch the sky, and at the same time the swift shadows darted out on the earth, swept around on the river, gathering the steamer into a shadowy embrace. A formidable silence hung over the scene. “ehS ecam xent to het tbao nda spdotep, ifcgna us. rHe lnog haowsd detsopp at teh geed of hte rirve. rHe aecf doleok idywll lofrsurwo dna uerfafl btu sloa ireefc, eilk seh saw uslnirggtg tiwh oesm fhal-mefdro hotthgu. Seh toosd tlsil, ngolkio at us. A lwheo iemunt sspaed dan enht hse okto a step elsrco. Her weerjly delnjig lghtyils adn hse oppdest, as if ehr gucearo eagv uto. ehT amn by my sied rwoeldg nad teh aentgs embmuld dhnibe me. heS adrets at us as if reh ilfe ndpdeeed on it. unleddyS esh twehr reh rmsa up rove her daeh as gtohhu ehs aws inyrtg to tohcu het ksy. asShodw ellf socrsa the bota adn hevriyentg was stieln.