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The
deep-sea
voices
of
these
men
,
rumbling
and
bellowing
in
the
confined
space
,
produced
a
wild
effect
.
The
whole
setting
was
wild
,
and
for
the
first
time
,
regarding
this
strange
woman
and
realizing
how
incongruous
she
was
in
it
,
I
was
aware
of
how
much
a
part
of
it
I
was
myself
.
I
knew
these
men
and
their
mental
processes
,
was
one
of
them
myself
,
living
the
seal-hunting
life
,
eating
the
seal-hunting
fare
,
thinking
,
largely
,
the
seal-hunting
thoughts
.
There
was
for
me
no
strangeness
to
it
,
to
the
rough
clothes
,
the
coarse
faces
,
the
wild
laughter
,
and
the
lurching
cabin
walls
and
swaying
sea-lamps
.
As
I
buttered
a
piece
of
bread
my
eyes
chanced
to
rest
upon
my
hand
.
The
knuckles
were
skinned
and
inflamed
clear
across
,
the
fingers
swollen
,
the
nails
rimmed
with
black
.
I
felt
the
mattress-like
growth
of
beard
on
my
neck
,
knew
that
the
sleeve
of
my
coat
was
ripped
,
that
a
button
was
missing
from
the
throat
of
the
blue
shirt
I
wore
.
The
dirk
mentioned
by
Wolf
Larsen
rested
in
its
sheath
on
my
hip
.
It
was
very
natural
that
it
should
be
there
--
how
natural
I
had
not
imagined
until
now
,
when
I
looked
upon
it
with
her
eyes
and
knew
how
strange
it
and
all
that
went
with
it
must
appear
to
her
.
But
she
divined
the
mockery
in
Wolf
Larsen
's
words
,
and
again
favoured
me
with
a
sympathetic
glance
.
But
there
was
a
look
of
bewilderment
also
in
her
eyes
.
That
it
was
mockery
made
the
situation
more
puzzling
to
her
.
"
I
may
be
taken
off
by
some
passing
vessel
,
perhaps
,
"
she
suggested
.
"
There
will
be
no
passing
vessels
,
except
other
sealing-schooners
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
made
answer
.
"
I
have
no
clothes
,
nothing
,
"
she
objected
.
"
You
hardly
realize
,
sir
,
that
I
am
not
a
man
,
or
that
I
am
unaccustomed
to
the
vagrant
,
careless
life
which
you
and
your
men
seem
to
lead
.
"
"
The
sooner
you
get
accustomed
to
it
,
the
better
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'll
furnish
you
with
cloth
,
needles
,
and
thread
,
"
he
added
.
"
I
hope
it
will
not
be
too
dreadful
a
hardship
for
you
to
make
yourself
a
dress
or
two
.
"
She
made
a
wry
pucker
with
her
mouth
,
as
though
to
advertise
her
ignorance
of
dressmaking
.
That
she
was
frightened
and
bewildered
,
and
that
she
was
bravely
striving
to
hide
it
,
was
quite
plain
to
me
.
