The Sea-Wolf

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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

They were eyes that masked the soul with a thousand guises, and that sometimes opened, at rare moments, and allowed it to rush up as though it were about to fare forth nakedly into the world on some wonderful adventure- eyes that could brood with the hopeless somberness of leaden skies; that could snap and crackle points of fire like those that sparkle from a whirling sword; that could grow chill as an arctic landscape, and yet again, that could warm and soften and be all adance with love-lights, intense and masculine, luring and compelling, which at the same time fascinate and dominate women till they surrender in a gladness of joy and of relief and sacrifice.

? ? ? ? But to return. I told him that, unhappily for the burial service, I was not a preacher, when he sharply demanded:

? ? ? ? 'What do you do for a living?'

? ? ? ? I confess I had never had such a question asked me before, nor had I ever canvassed it. I was quite taken aback, and, before I could find myself, had sillily stammered: 'I am a gentleman.'

? ? ? ? His lip curled in a swift sneer.

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