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We
ran
down
the
flying
jib
,
hauled
the
jib-sheets
to
wind-ward
and
the
main-sheet
flat
,
and
came
up
into
the
wind
.
The
oars
struck
the
water
,
and
with
a
few
strokes
the
boat
was
alongside
.
I
now
caught
my
first
fair
glimpse
of
the
woman
.
She
was
wrapped
in
a
long
ulster
,
for
the
morning
was
raw
;
and
I
could
see
nothing
but
her
face
and
a
mass
of
light
brown
hair
escaping
from
under
the
seaman
's
cap
on
her
head
.
The
eyes
were
large
and
brown
and
lustrous
,
the
mouth
sweet
and
sensitive
,
and
the
face
itself
a
delicate
oval
,
though
sun
and
exposure
to
briny
wind
had
burnt
the
face
scarlet
.
She
seemed
to
me
like
a
being
from
another
world
.
I
was
aware
of
a
hungry
out-reaching
for
her
,
as
of
a
starving
man
for
bread
.
But
then
,
I
had
not
seen
a
woman
for
a
very
long
time
.
I
know
that
I
was
lost
in
a
great
wonder
,
almost
a
stupor
--
this
,
then
,
was
a
woman
?
--
so
that
I
forgot
myself
and
my
mate
's
duties
,
and
took
no
part
in
helping
the
new-comers
aboard
.
For
when
one
of
the
sailors
lifted
her
into
Wolf
Larsen
's
downstretched
arms
,
she
looked
up
into
our
curious
faces
and
smiled
amusedly
and
sweetly
,
as
only
a
woman
can
smile
,
and
as
I
had
seen
no
one
smile
for
so
long
that
I
had
forgotten
such
smiles
existed
.
"
Mr.
Van
Weyden
!
"
Wolf
Larsen
's
voice
brought
me
sharply
back
to
myself
.
"
Will
you
take
the
lady
below
and
see
to
her
comfort
?
Make
up
that
spare
port
cabin
.
Put
Cooky
to
work
on
it
.
And
see
what
you
can
do
for
that
face
.
It
's
burned
badly
.
"
He
turned
brusquely
away
from
us
and
began
to
question
the
new
men
.
The
boat
was
cast
adrift
,
though
one
of
them
called
it
a
"
bloody
shame
"
with
Yokohama
so
near
.
I
found
myself
strangely
afraid
of
this
woman
I
was
escorting
aft
.
Also
I
was
awkward
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
I
was
realizing
for
the
first
time
what
a
delicate
,
fragile
creature
a
woman
is
;
and
as
I
caught
her
arm
to
help
her
down
the
companion
stairs
,
I
was
startled
by
its
smallness
and
softness
.
Indeed
,
she
was
a
slender
,
delicate
woman
as
women
go
,
but
to
me
she
was
so
ethereally
slender
and
delicate
that
I
was
quite
prepared
for
her
arm
to
crumble
in
my
grasp
.
All
this
,
in
frankness
,
to
show
my
first
impression
,
after
long
denial
of
women
in
general
and
of
Maud
Brewster
in
particular
.
"
No
need
to
go
to
any
great
trouble
for
me
,
"
she
protested
,
when
I
had
seated
her
in
Wolf
Larsen
's
arm-chair
,
which
I
had
dragged
hastily
from
his
cabin
.
"
The
men
were
looking
for
land
at
any
moment
this
morning
,
and
the
vessel
should
be
in
by
night
;
do
n't
you
think
so
?
"
