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‘Hump, the Old Man wants you.’
‘He ain’t down here!’ said Parsons.
‘Yes, he is,’ I said, sliding out of the bunk and striving my hardest to keep my voice steady and bold.
The sailors looked at me in consternation.
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‘I’m coming!’ I shouted up to Latimer.
‘No, you don’t!’ Kelly cried, stepping between me and the ladder, his right hand shaped into a veritable strangler’s clutch. ‘You sneak! I’ll shut yer mouth!’
‘Let him go!’ Leach commanded.
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Leach never changed his position on the edge of the bunk. ‘Let him go, I say,’ he repeated, but this time his voice was gritty and metallic.
The Irishman wavered. I made to step by him, and he stood aside. When I had gained the ladder I turned to the circle of brutal and malignant faces peering at me through the semi-darkness. A sudden and deep sympathy welled up in me.
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I found Wolf Larsen in the cabin, stripped and bloody, waiting for me. He greeted me with his whimsical smile.
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He noticed me, and I became aware that I was staring at him.
‘God made you well,’ I said.
‘Did he?’ he answered. Tory Burch Shoes Sale ‘I have often thought so myself, and wondered why.’
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‘Utility,’ he interrupted. ‘This body was made for use. These muscles were made to grip and tear and destroy living things that get between me and life. Toms Shoes Sale Feel them,’ he commanded.
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‘Stability, equilibrium,’ he said, relaxing on the instant and sinking his body back into repose. ‘Feet with which to clutch the ground, legs to stand on and to help withstand, while with arms and hands, teeth and nails, I struggle to kill and not to be killed. Purpose? Utility is the word.’
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