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"
I
suppose
you
're
like
Mr.
Van
Weyden
there
,
accustomed
to
having
things
done
for
you
.
Well
,
I
think
doing
a
few
things
for
yourself
will
hardly
dislocate
any
joints
.
By
the
way
,
what
do
you
do
for
a
living
?
"
She
regarded
him
with
amazement
unconcealed
.
"
I
mean
no
offence
,
believe
me
.
People
eat
,
therefore
they
must
procure
the
wherewithal
.
These
men
here
shoot
seals
in
order
to
live
;
for
the
same
reason
I
sail
this
schooner
;
and
Mr.
Van
Weyden
,
for
the
present
at
any
rate
,
earns
his
salty
grub
by
assisting
me
.
Now
what
do
you
do
?
"
She
shrugged
her
shoulders
.
"
Do
you
feed
yourself
?
Or
does
some
one
else
feed
you
?
"
"
I
'm
afraid
some
one
else
has
fed
me
most
of
my
life
,
"
she
laughed
,
trying
bravely
to
enter
into
the
spirit
of
his
quizzing
,
though
I
could
see
a
terror
dawning
and
growing
in
her
eyes
as
she
watched
Wolf
Larsen
.
"
And
I
suppose
some
one
else
makes
your
bed
for
you
?
"
"
I
have
made
beds
,
"
she
replied
.
"
Very
often
?
"
She
shook
her
head
with
mock
ruefulness
.
