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He
was
brilliant
,
but
so
was
Maud
,
and
for
some
time
I
lost
the
thread
of
the
conversation
through
studying
her
face
as
she
talked
.
It
was
a
face
that
rarely
displayed
colour
,
but
to-night
it
was
flushed
and
vivacious
.
Her
wit
was
playing
keenly
,
and
she
was
enjoying
the
tilt
as
much
as
Wolf
Larsen
,
and
he
was
enjoying
it
hugely
.
For
some
reason
,
though
I
know
not
why
in
the
argument
,
so
utterly
had
I
lost
it
in
the
contemplation
of
one
stray
brown
lock
of
Maud
's
hair
,
he
quoted
from
Iseult
at
Tintagel
,
where
she
says
:
"
Blessed
am
I
beyond
women
even
herein
,
That
beyond
all
born
women
is
my
sin
,
And
perfect
my
transgression
.
"
As
he
had
read
pessimism
into
Omar
,
so
now
he
read
triumph
,
stinging
triumph
and
exultation
,
into
Swinburne
's
lines
.
And
he
read
rightly
,
and
he
read
well
.
He
had
hardly
ceased
reading
when
Louis
put
his
head
into
the
companion-way
and
whispered
down
:
"
Be
easy
,
will
ye
?
The
fog
's
lifted
,
an
'
'
tis
the
port
light
iv
a
steamer
that
's
crossin
'
our
bow
this
blessed
minute
.
"
Wolf
Larsen
sprang
on
deck
,
and
so
swiftly
that
by
the
time
we
followed
him
he
had
pulled
the
steerage-slide
over
the
drunken
clamour
and
was
on
his
way
forward
to
close
the
forecastle-scuttle
.
The
fog
,
though
it
remained
,
had
lifted
high
,
where
it
obscured
the
stars
and
made
the
night
quite
black
.
Directly
ahead
of
us
I
could
see
a
bright
red
light
and
a
white
light
,
and
I
could
hear
the
pulsing
of
a
steamer
's
engines
.
Beyond
a
doubt
it
was
the
Macedonia
.
Wolf
Larsen
had
returned
to
the
poop
,
and
we
stood
in
a
silent
group
,
watching
the
lights
rapidly
cross
our
bow
.
"
Lucky
for
me
he
does
n't
carry
a
searchlight
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
said
.
