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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

Again I turned my face to leeward, and again I saw the jutting promontory, black and high and naked, the raging surf that broke about its base and beat its front high up with spouting fountains, the black and forbidding coastline running toward the southeast and fringed with a tremendous scarf of white.


? ? ? ? 'Maud,' I said, 'Maud.'


? ? ? ? She turned her head and beheld the sight.


? ? ? ? 'It cannot be Alaska!' she cried.


? ? ? ? 'No,' I answered; and asked, 'Can you swim?'


? ? ? ? She shook her head.


? ? ? ? 'Neither can I,' I said. 'So we must get ashore without swimming, in some opening between the rocks through which we can drive the boat and clamber out. But we must be quick, very quick- and sure.'


? ? ? ? I spoke with a confidence she knew I did not feel, for she looked at me with that unfaltering gaze of hers, and said:


? ? ? ? 'I have not thanked you yet for all you have done for me, but-' She hesitated, as if in doubt how best to word her gratitude.


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