The green branch on which the glittering figure swung, rustled as if in astonishment; but the voice went on:
“I want you to give them back, Flambeau, and I want you to give up this life. There is still youth and honour and humour in you; don’t fancy they will last in that trade. Men may keep a sort of level of good, but no man has ever been able to keep on one level of evil. That road goes down and down. The kind man drinks and turns cruel; the frank man kills and lies about it. Many a man I’ve known started like you to be an honest outlaw, a merry robber of the rich, and ended stamped into slime. Maurice Blum started out as an anarchist of principle, a father of the poor; he ended a greasy spy and tale-bearer that both sides used and despised. Harry Burke started his free money movement sincerely enough; now he’s sponging on a half-starved sister for endless brandies and sodas.
Lord Amber went into wild society in a sort of chivalry
(лорд Амбер попал на дно: «вошел в дикое общество» в качестве рыцаря; chivalry – рыцарство; рыцари); now he’s paying blackmail to the lowest vultures in London (сейчас его шантажируют: «он платит по шантажу» самым низким стервятникам = подонкам в Лондоне; to blackmail – шантажировать). Captain Barillon was the great gentleman-apache before your time (капитан Барийон, некогда знаменитый джентльмен-головорез; apache – апаш; бомж; головорез); he died in a madhouse, screaming with fear of the “narks” and receivers (он умер в сумасшедшем доме, крича от страха перед полицейскими осведомителями и скупщиками краденого) that had betrayed him and hunted him down (которые его предали и затравили; to betray – изменять; предавать; to hunt down – выследить; затравить). I know the woods look very free behind you, Flambeau (я знаю, у вас за спиной вольный лес, Фламбо: «лес выглядит очень вольным»); I know that in a flash you could melt into them like a monkey (я знаю, что в одно мгновение вы можете исчезнуть там, как обезьяна; to melt = melt away – таять; /разг./ исчезать, растворяться, улетучиваться). But some day you will be an old grey monkey, Flambeau (но когда-нибудь вы станете старой седой обезьяной, Фламбо). You will sit up in your free forest cold at heart and close to death (вы будете сидеть в вашем вольном лесу, и на сердце у вас будет холод, и смерть ваша будет близко), and the tree-tops will be very bare (а верхушки деревьев будут совсем голыми).”