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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

I can remember, think, and reason. When that goes, I go. I am not. The soul?'


? ? ? ? He broke out in mocking laughter, then turned his left ear to the pillow as a sign that he wished no further conversation.


? ? ? ? Maud and I went about our work oppressed by the fearful fate which had overtaken him- how fearful we were yet fully to realize. There was the awfulness of retribution about it. Our thoughts were deep and solemn, and we spoke to each other scarcely above whispers.


? ? ? ? 'You might remove the handcuffs,' he said that night, as we stood in consultation over him. 'It's dead safe. I'm a paralytic now. The next thing to watch out for is bedsores.'


? ? ? ? He smiled his twisted smile, and Maud, her eyes wide with horror, was compelled to turn away her head.


? ? ? ? 'Do you know that your smile is crooked?' I asked him; for I knew that she must attend him, and I wished to save her as much as possible.


? ? ? ? 'Then I shall smile no more,' he said calmly.


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