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She
was
like
a
bit
of
Dresden
china
,
and
I
was
continually
impressed
with
what
I
may
call
her
fragility
.
As
at
the
time
I
caught
her
arm
when
helping
her
below
,
so
at
any
time
I
was
quite
prepared
,
should
stress
or
rough
handling
befall
her
,
to
see
her
crumble
away
.
I
have
never
seen
body
and
spirit
in
such
perfect
accord
.
Describe
her
verse
,
as
the
critics
have
described
it
,
as
sublimated
and
spiritual
,
and
you
have
described
her
body
.
It
seemed
to
partake
of
her
soul
,
to
have
analogous
attributes
,
and
to
link
it
to
life
with
the
slenderest
of
chains
.
Indeed
,
she
trod
the
earth
lightly
,
and
in
her
constitution
there
was
little
of
the
robust
clay
.
She
was
in
striking
contrast
to
Wolf
Larsen
.
Each
was
nothing
that
the
other
was
,
everything
that
the
other
was
not
.
I
noted
them
walking
the
deck
together
one
morning
,
and
I
likened
them
to
the
extreme
ends
of
the
human
ladder
of
evolution
--
the
one
the
culmination
of
all
savagery
,
the
other
the
finished
product
of
the
finest
civilization
.
True
,
Wolf
Larsen
possessed
intellect
to
an
unusual
degree
,
but
it
was
directed
solely
to
the
exercise
of
his
savage
instincts
and
made
him
but
the
more
formidable
a
savage
.
He
was
splendidly
muscled
,
a
heavy
man
,
and
though
he
strode
with
the
certitude
and
directness
of
the
physical
man
,
there
was
nothing
heavy
about
his
stride
.
The
jungle
and
the
wilderness
lurked
in
the
uplift
and
downput
of
his
feet
.
He
was
cat-footed
,
and
lithe
,
and
strong
,
always
strong
.
I
likened
him
to
some
great
tiger
,
a
beast
of
prowess
and
prey
.
He
looked
it
,
and
the
piercing
glitter
that
arose
at
times
in
his
eyes
was
the
same
piercing
glitter
I
had
observed
in
the
eyes
of
caged
leopards
and
other
preying
creatures
of
the
wild
.
But
this
day
,
as
I
noted
them
pacing
up
and
down
,
I
saw
that
it
was
she
who
terminated
the
walk
.
They
came
up
to
where
I
was
standing
by
the
entrance
to
the
companion-way
.
Though
she
betrayed
it
by
no
outward
sign
,
I
felt
,
somehow
,
that
she
was
greatly
perturbed
.
She
made
some
idle
remark
,
looking
at
me
,
and
laughed
lightly
enough
;
but
I
saw
her
eyes
return
to
his
,
involuntarily
,
as
though
fascinated
;
then
they
fell
,
but
not
swiftly
enough
to
veil
the
rush
of
terror
that
filled
them
.
It
was
in
his
eyes
that
I
saw
the
cause
of
her
perturbation
.
Ordinarily
grey
and
cold
and
harsh
,
they
were
now
warm
and
soft
and
golden
,
and
all
a-dance
with
tiny
lights
that
dimmed
and
faded
,
or
welled
up
till
the
full
orbs
were
flooded
with
a
glowing
radiance
.
Perhaps
it
was
to
this
that
the
golden
colour
was
due
;
but
golden
his
eyes
were
,
enticing
and
masterful
,
at
the
same
time
luring
and
compelling
,
and
speaking
a
demand
and
clamour
of
the
blood
which
no
woman
,
much
less
Maud
Brewster
,
could
misunderstand
.
Her
own
terror
rushed
upon
me
,
and
in
that
moment
of
fear
--
the
most
terrible
fear
a
man
can
experience
--
I
knew
that
in
inexpressible
ways
she
was
dear
to
me
.
The
knowledge
that
I
loved
her
rushed
upon
me
with
the
terror
,
and
with
both
emotions
gripping
at
my
heart
and
causing
my
blood
at
the
same
time
to
chill
and
to
leap
riotously
,
I
felt
myself
drawn
by
a
power
without
me
and
beyond
me
,
and
found
my
eyes
returning
against
my
will
to
gaze
into
the
eyes
of
Wolf
Larsen
.
But
he
had
recovered
himself
.
The
golden
colour
and
the
dancing
lights
were
gone
.
Cold
and
grey
and
glittering
they
were
as
he
bowed
brusquely
and
turned
away
.
"
I
am
afraid
,
"
she
whispered
,
with
a
shiver
.
"
I
am
so
afraid
.
"
I
,
too
,
was
afraid
,
and
what
of
my
discovery
of
how
much
she
meant
to
me
my
mind
was
in
a
turmoil
;
but
,
I
succeeded
in
answering
quite
calmly
:
"
All
will
come
right
,
Miss
Brewster
.
Trust
me
,
it
will
come
right
.
"
