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Nostromo - A Tale of the Seaboard.pdf - Planet eBook

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They made him feel sick. And he suspected also that <strong>the</strong>man might have gone mad with fear. A lunatic is a hopelesssubject. Bah! A pretence. Nothing but a pretence. He wouldknow how to deal with that.He was working himself up to <strong>the</strong> right pitch <strong>of</strong> ferocity.His fine eyes squinted slightly; he clapped his hands; abare-footed orderly appeared noiselessly, a corporal, withhis bayonet hanging on his thigh and a stick in his hand.The colonel gave his orders, and presently <strong>the</strong> miserableHirsch, pushed in by several soldiers, found him frowningawfully in a broad armchair, hat on head, knees wide apart,arms akimbo, masterful, imposing, irresistible, haughty,sublime, terrible.Hirsch, with his arms tied behind his back, had beenbundled violently into one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> smaller rooms. For manyhours he remained apparently forgotten, stretched lifelesslyon <strong>the</strong> floor. From that solitude, full <strong>of</strong> despair and terror, hewas torn out brutally, with kicks and blows, passive, sunk inhebetude. He listened to threats and admonitions, and afterwardsmade his usual answers to questions, with his chinsunk on his breast, his hands tied behind his back, swayinga little in front <strong>of</strong> Sotillo, and never looking up. When hewas forced to hold up his head, by means <strong>of</strong> a bayonet-pointprodding him under <strong>the</strong> chin, his eyes had a vacant, trancelikestare, and drops <strong>of</strong> perspiration as big as peas were seenhailing down <strong>the</strong> dirt, bruises, and scratches <strong>of</strong> his whiteface. Then <strong>the</strong>y stopped suddenly.Sotillo looked at him in silence. ‘Will you depart fromyour obstinacy, you rogue?’ he asked. Already a rope,

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