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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

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? ? ? ? 'I'd like to believe you,' he answered, shaking my hand, 'but I can't. Wolf Larsen'll do for me, I know it, and all I can hope is he'll do it quick.'


? ? ? ? And as he left me I was aware of the same desire at my heart. Since it was to be done, let it be done with despatch. The general gloom had gathered me into its folds. The worst appeared inevitable; and as I paced the deck hour after hour, I found myself afflicted with Wolf Larsen's repulsive ideas. What was it all about? Where was the grandeur of life that it should permit such wanton destruction of human souls? It was a cheap and sordid thing, after all, this life, and the sooner over the better. Over and done with! Over and done with! I, too, leaned upon the rail and gazed longingly into the sea, with the certitude that sooner or later I should be sinking down, down, through the cool green depths of its oblivion.



Chapter Seventeen



? ? ? ? STRANGE TO SAY, IN SPITE of the general foreboding, nothing of especial moment happened on the Ghost.


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