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"
I
'll
relieve
Louis
at
the
wheel
,
"
he
said
shortly
,
"
and
call
upon
you
to
relieve
at
midnight
.
Better
turn
in
now
and
get
some
sleep
.
"
He
pulled
on
a
pair
of
mittens
,
put
on
his
cap
,
and
ascended
the
companion-stairs
,
while
I
followed
his
suggestion
by
going
to
bed
.
For
some
unknown
reason
,
prompted
mysteriously
,
I
did
not
undress
,
but
lay
down
fully
clothed
.
For
a
time
I
listened
to
the
clamour
in
the
steerage
and
marvelled
upon
the
love
which
had
come
to
me
;
but
my
sleep
on
the
Ghost
had
become
most
healthful
and
natural
,
and
soon
the
songs
and
cries
died
away
,
my
eyes
closed
,
and
my
consciousness
sank
down
into
the
half-death
of
slumber
.
I
knew
not
what
had
aroused
me
,
but
I
found
myself
out
of
my
bunk
,
on
my
feet
,
wide
awake
,
my
soul
vibrating
to
the
warning
of
danger
as
it
might
have
thrilled
to
a
trumpet
call
.
I
threw
open
the
door
.
The
cabin
light
was
burning
low
.
I
saw
Maud
,
my
Maud
,
straining
and
struggling
and
crushed
in
the
embrace
of
Wolf
Larsen
's
arms
.
I
could
see
the
vain
beat
and
flutter
of
her
as
she
strove
,
pressing
her
face
against
his
breast
,
to
escape
from
him
.
All
this
I
saw
on
the
very
instant
of
seeing
and
as
I
sprang
forward
.
I
struck
him
with
my
fist
,
on
the
face
,
as
he
raised
his
head
,
but
it
was
a
puny
blow
.
He
roared
in
a
ferocious
,
animal-like
way
,
and
gave
me
a
shove
with
his
hand
.
It
was
only
a
shove
,
a
flirt
of
the
wrist
,
yet
so
tremendous
was
his
strength
that
I
was
hurled
backward
as
from
a
catapult
.
I
struck
the
door
of
the
state-room
which
had
formerly
been
Mugridge
's
,
splintering
and
smashing
the
panels
with
the
impact
of
my
body
.
I
struggled
to
my
feet
,
with
difficulty
dragging
myself
clear
of
the
wrecked
door
,
unaware
of
any
hurt
whatever
.
I
was
conscious
only
of
an
overmastering
rage
.
I
think
I
,
too
,
cried
aloud
,
as
I
drew
the
knife
at
my
hip
and
sprang
forward
a
second
time
.
But
something
had
happened
.
They
were
reeling
apart
.
I
was
close
upon
him
,
my
knife
uplifted
,
but
I
withheld
the
blow
.
I
was
puzzled
by
the
strangeness
of
it
.
Maud
was
leaning
against
the
wall
,
one
hand
out
for
support
;
but
he
was
staggering
,
his
left
hand
pressed
against
his
forehead
and
covering
his
eyes
,
and
with
the
right
he
was
groping
about
him
in
a
dazed
sort
of
way
.
It
struck
against
the
wall
,
and
his
body
seemed
to
express
a
muscular
and
physical
relief
at
the
contact
,
as
though
he
had
found
his
bearings
,
his
location
in
space
as
well
as
something
against
which
to
lean
.
Then
I
saw
red
again
.
All
my
wrongs
and
humiliations
flashed
upon
me
with
a
dazzling
brightness
,
all
that
I
had
suffered
and
others
had
suffered
at
his
hands
,
all
the
enormity
of
the
man
's
very
existence
.
I
sprang
upon
him
,
blindly
,
insanely
,
and
drove
the
knife
into
his
shoulder
.
I
knew
,
then
,
that
it
was
no
more
than
a
flesh
wound
--
I
had
felt
the
steel
grate
on
his
shoulder-blade
--
and
I
raised
the
knife
to
strike
at
a
more
vital
part
.
But
Maud
had
seen
my
first
blow
,
and
she
cried
,
"
Do
n't
!
Please
do
n't
!
"
I
dropped
my
arm
for
a
moment
,
and
a
moment
only
.
Again
the
knife
was
raised
,
and
Wolf
Larsen
would
have
surely
died
had
she
not
stepped
between
.
Her
arms
were
around
me
,
her
hair
was
brushing
my
face
.
My
pulse
rushed
up
in
an
unwonted
manner
,
yet
my
rage
mounted
with
it
.
She
looked
me
bravely
in
the
eyes
.
