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. There was the outline
of a lid. My heart began to pound. I unrolled the tarpaulin further. I peeked under. The lid was
shaped like a rounded-out trianglethree feet wide and two feet deep. At that moment I perceived an
orange mass. I jerked my head back. But the orange wasn’t moving and didn’t look right. I looked
again. It wasn’t a tiger. It was a life jacket. There were a number of life jackets at the back of
Richard Parker’s den.
A shiver went through my body. Bet [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n the life jacketspartiallyas if through some leavesI
had my firstunambiguousclear-headed glimpse of Richard Parker. It was his haunches I could see
and part of his back. Tawny and striped and simply enormous. He was facing the sternlying flat on
his stomach. He was still except for the breathing motion of his sides. I blinked in disbelief at how
close he was. He was right theretwo feet beneath me. StretchingI could have pinched his bottom.
And bet[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n us there was nothing but a thin tarpaulineasily got round.
“God preserve me [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!” No supplication was ever more passionate yet more gently carried by the
breath. I lay absolutely motionless.
I had to have water. I brought my hand down and quietly undid the hasp. I pulled on the lid. I

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