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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

Wolf Larsen was undisguised in his admiration.


? ? ? ? 'Salary or piece-work?' he asked.


? ? ? ? 'Piece-work,' she answered promptly.


? ? ? ? 'Eighteen hundred,' he calculated. 'That's a hundred and fifty dollars a month. Well, Miss Brewster, there is nothing small about the Ghost. Consider yourself on salary during the time you remain with us.'


? ? ? ? She made no acknowledgment. She was too unused as yet to the whims of the man to accept them with equanimity.


? ? ? ? 'I forgot to inquire,' he went on suavely, 'as to the nature of your occupation. What commodities do you turn out? What tools and materials do you require?'


? ? ? ? 'Paper and ink,' she laughed. 'And, oh! also a typewriter.'


? ? ? ? 'You are Maud Brewster,' I said slowly and with certainty, almost as though I were charging her with a crime.


? ? ? ? Her eyes lifted curiously to mine.


? ? ? ? 'How do you know?'


? ? ? ? 'Aren't you?' I demanded.


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