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"
For
my
sake
,
"
she
begged
.
"
I
would
kill
him
for
your
sake
!
"
I
cried
,
trying
to
free
my
arm
without
hurting
her
.
"
Hush
!
"
she
said
,
and
laid
her
fingers
lightly
on
my
lips
.
I
could
have
kissed
them
,
had
I
dared
,
even
then
,
in
my
rage
,
the
touch
of
them
was
so
sweet
,
so
very
sweet
.
"
Please
,
please
,
"
she
pleaded
,
and
she
disarmed
me
by
the
words
,
as
I
was
to
discover
they
would
ever
disarm
me
.
I
stepped
back
,
separating
from
her
,
and
replaced
the
knife
in
its
sheath
.
I
looked
at
Wolf
Larsen
.
He
still
pressed
his
left
hand
against
his
forehead
.
It
covered
his
eyes
.
His
head
was
bowed
.
He
seemed
to
have
grown
limp
.
His
body
was
sagging
at
the
hips
,
his
great
shoulders
were
drooping
and
shrinking
forward
.
"
Van
,
Weyden
!
"
he
called
hoarsely
,
and
with
a
note
of
fright
in
his
voice
.
"
Oh
,
Van
Weyden
!
where
are
you
?
"
I
looked
at
Maud
.
She
did
not
speak
,
but
nodded
her
head
.
"
Here
I
am
,
"
I
answered
,
stepping
to
his
side
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
"
Help
me
to
a
seat
,
"
he
said
,
in
the
same
hoarse
,
frightened
voice
.
"
I
am
a
sick
man
;
a
very
sick
man
,
Hump
,
"
he
said
,
as
he
left
my
sustaining
grip
and
sank
into
a
chair
.
His
head
dropped
forward
on
the
table
and
was
buried
in
his
hands
.
From
time
to
time
it
rocked
back
and
forward
as
with
pain
.
