? ? ? ? 'For my sake,' she begged.
? ? ? ? 'I would kill him for your sake!' I cried, trying to free my arm without hurting her.
? ? ? ? 'Hush!' she said, and laid her fingers lightly on my lips. I could have kissed them, had I dared, even then in my rage, the touch of them was so sweet, so very sweet. 'Please, please,' she pleaded, and she disarmed me by the words, as I was to discover they would ever disarm me.
? ? ? ? I stepped back, separating her, and replaced the knife in its sheath. I looked at Wolf Larsen. He still pressed his left hand against his forehead. It covered his eyes. His head was bowed. He seemed to have grown limp. His body was sagging at the hips, his great shoulders were drooping and shrinking forward.
? ? ? ? 'Van Weyden!' he called hoarsely, and with a note of fright in his voice. 'Oh, Van Weyden, where are you?'
? ? ? ? I looked at Maud. She did not speak, but nodded her head.
? ? ? ? 'Here I am,' I answered, stepping to his side.
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