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Her
simple
faith
in
the
immediate
future
took
me
aback
.
How
could
I
explain
to
her
the
situation
,
the
strange
man
who
stalked
the
sea
like
Destiny
,
all
that
it
had
taken
me
months
to
learn
?
But
I
answered
honestly
:
"
If
it
were
any
other
captain
except
ours
,
I
should
say
you
would
be
ashore
in
Yokohama
to-morrow
.
But
our
captain
is
a
strange
man
,
and
I
beg
of
you
to
be
prepared
for
anything
--
understand
?
--
for
anything
.
"
"
I
--
I
confess
I
hardly
do
understand
,
"
she
hesitated
,
a
perturbed
but
not
frightened
expression
in
her
eyes
.
"
Or
is
it
a
misconception
of
mine
that
shipwrecked
people
are
always
shown
every
consideration
?
This
is
such
a
little
thing
,
you
know
.
We
are
so
close
to
land
.
"
"
Candidly
,
I
do
not
know
,
"
I
strove
to
reassure
her
.
"
I
wished
merely
to
prepare
you
for
the
worst
,
if
the
worst
is
to
come
.
This
man
,
this
captain
,
is
a
brute
,
a
demon
,
and
one
can
never
tell
what
will
be
his
next
fantastic
act
.
"
I
was
growing
excited
,
but
she
interrupted
me
with
an
"
Oh
,
I
see
,
"
and
her
voice
sounded
weary
.
To
think
was
patently
an
effort
.
She
was
clearly
on
the
verge
of
physical
collapse
.
She
asked
no
further
questions
,
and
I
vouchsafed
no
remark
,
devoting
myself
to
Wolf
Larsen
's
command
,
which
was
to
make
her
comfortable
.
I
bustled
about
in
quite
housewifely
fashion
,
procuring
soothing
lotions
for
her
sunburn
,
raiding
Wolf
Larsen
's
private
stores
for
a
bottle
of
port
I
knew
to
be
there
,
and
directing
Thomas
Mugridge
in
the
preparation
of
the
spare
state-room
.
The
wind
was
freshening
rapidly
,
the
Ghost
heeling
over
more
and
more
,
and
by
the
time
the
state-room
was
ready
she
was
dashing
through
the
water
at
a
lively
clip
.
I
had
quite
forgotten
the
existence
of
Leach
and
Johnson
,
when
suddenly
,
like
a
thunderclap
,
"
Boat
ho
!
"
came
down
the
open
companion-way
.
It
was
Smoke
's
unmistakable
voice
,
crying
from
the
masthead
.
I
shot
a
glance
at
the
woman
,
but
she
was
leaning
back
in
the
arm-chair
,
her
eyes
closed
,
unutterably
tired
.
I
doubted
that
she
had
heard
,
and
I
resolved
to
prevent
her
seeing
the
brutality
I
knew
would
follow
the
capture
of
the
deserters
.
She
was
tired
.
Very
good
.
She
should
sleep
.
There
were
swift
commands
on
deck
,
a
stamping
of
feet
and
a
slapping
of
reef-points
as
the
Ghost
shot
into
the
wind
and
about
on
the
other
tack
.
As
she
filled
away
and
heeled
,
the
arm-chair
began
to
slide
across
the
cabin
floor
,
and
I
sprang
for
it
just
in
time
to
prevent
the
rescued
woman
from
being
spilled
out
.
Her
eyes
were
too
heavy
to
suggest
more
than
a
hint
of
the
sleepy
surprise
that
perplexed
her
as
she
looked
up
at
me
,
and
she
half
stumbled
,
half
tottered
,
as
I
led
her
to
her
cabin
