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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

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? ? ? ? I was well-nigh choking, and my eyes were certainly fiery. He drew attention to me.


? ? ? ? 'Look at him now. He can scarcely control himself in your presence. He is not accustomed to the presence of ladies, anyway. I shall have to arm myself before I dare go on deck with him.'


? ? ? ? He shook his head sadly, murmuring, 'Too bad, too bad,' while the hunters burst into guffaws of laughter.


? ? ? ? The deep sea-voices of these men, rumbling and bellowing in the confined space, produced a wild effect. The whole setting was wild, and for the first time, regarding this strange woman and realizing how incongruous she was in it, I was aware of how much a part of it I was myself. I knew these men and their mental processes, was one of them myself, living the seal-hunting life, eating the seal-hunting fare, thinking largely the seal-hunting thoughts. There was no strangeness to it, to the rough clothes, the coarse faces, the wild laughter, and the lurching cabin walls and swaying sea-lamps.


? ? ? ? As I buttered a piece of bread and my eyes chanced to rest upon my hand.


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