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he had left Doraminā€™s place very soon after his arrivalā ā€”much too soon, in fact, for his safety, and of course a long time before the war. In this he was actuated by a sense of duty; he had to look after Steinā€™s business, he said. Hadnā€™t he? To that end, with an utter disregard of his personal safety, he crossed the river and took up his quarters with Cornelius. How the latter had managed to exist through the troubled times I canā€™t say. As Steinā€™s agent, after all, he must have had Doraminā€™s protection in a measure; and in one way or another he had managed to wriggle through all the deadly complications, while I have no doubt that his conduct, whatever line he was forced to take, was marked by that abjectness which was like the stamp of the man. That was his characteristic; he was fundamentally and outwardly abject, as other men are markedly of a generous, distinguished, or venerable appearance. It was the element of his nature which permeated all his acts and passions and emotions; he raged abjectly, smiled abjectly, was abjectly sad; his civilities and his indignations were alike abject. I am sure his love would have been the most abject of sentimentsā ā€”but can one imagine a loathsome insect in love? And his loathsomeness, too, was abject, so that a simply disgusting person would have appeared noble by his side. He has his place neither in the background nor in the foreground of the story; he is simply seen skulking on its outskirts, enigmatical and unclean, tainting the fragrance of its youth and of its naiveness.

ā€œHis position in any case could not have been other than extremely miserable, yet it may very well be that he found some advantages in it. Jim told me he had been received at first with an abject display of the most amicable sentiments. ā€˜The fellow apparently couldnā€™t contain himself for joy,ā€™ said Jim with disgust. ā€˜He flew at me every morning to shake both my handsā ā€”confound him! but I could never tell whether there would be any breakfast. If I got three meals in two days I considered myself jolly lucky, and he made me sign a chit for ten dollars every week. Said he was sure Mr. Stein did not mean him to keep me for nothing. Wellā ā€”he kept me on nothing as near as possible. Put it down to the unsettled state of the country, and made as if to tear his hair out, begging my pardon twenty times a day, so that I had at last to entreat him not to worry. It made me sick. Half the roof of his house had fallen in, and the whole place had a mangy look, with wisps of dry grass sticking out and the corners of broken mats flapping on every wall. He did his best to make out that Mr. Stein owed him money on the last three yearsā€™ trading, but his books were all torn, and some were missing. He tried to hint it was his late wifeā€™s fault. Disgusting scoundrel! At last I had to forbid him to mention his late wife at all. It made Jewel cry. I couldnā€™t discover what became of all the trade-goods; there was nothing in the store but rats, having a high old time amongst a litter of brown paper and old sacking. I was assured on every hand that he had a lot of money buried somewhere, but of course could get nothing out of him. It was the most miserable existence I led there in that wretched house. I tried to do my duty by Stein, but I had also other matters to think of. When I escaped to Doramin old Tunku Allang got frightened and returned all my things. It was done in a roundabout way, and with no end of mystery, through a Chinaman who keeps a small shop here; but as soon as I left the Bugis quarter and went to live with Cornelius it began to be said openly that the Rajah had made up his mind to have me killed before long. Pleasant, wasnā€™t it? And I couldnā€™t see what there was to prevent him if he really had made up his mind. The worst of it was, I couldnā€™t help feeling I wasnā€™t doing any good either for Stein or for myself. Oh! it was beastlyā ā€”the whole six weeks of it.ā€™ā€Šā€

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ā€œHe told me further that he didnā€™t know what made him hang onā ā€”but of course we may guess. He sympathised deeply with the defenceless girl, at the mercy of that ā€˜mean, cowardly scoundrel.ā€™ It appears Cornelius led her an awful life, stopping only short of actual ill-usage, for which he had not the pluck, I suppose. He insisted upon her calling him fatherā ā€”ā€˜and with respect, tooā ā€”with respect,ā€™ he would scream, shaking a little yellow fist in her face. ā€˜I am a respectable man, and what are you? Tell meā ā€”what are you? You think I am going to bring up somebody elseā€™s child and not be treated with respect? You ought to be glad I let you. Comeā ā€”say Yes, father.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ No?ā ā€Šā ā€¦ You wait a bit.ā€™ Thereupon he would begin to abuse the dead woman, till the girl would run off with her hands to her head. He pursued her, dashing in and out and round the house and amongst the sheds, would drive her into some corner, where she would fall on her knees stopping her ears, and then he would stand at a distance and declaim filthy denunciations at her back for half an hour at a stretch. ā€˜Your mother was a devil, a deceitful devilā ā€”and you, too, are a devil,ā€™ he would shriek in a final outburst, pick up a bit of dry earth or a handful of mud (there was plenty of mud around the house), and fling it into her hair. Sometimes, though, she would hold out full of scorn, confronting him in silence,

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