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'Twenty Eight,' said a gentleman in spectacles, who had not yet spoken, 'you complained last week, my good fellow, of the cocoa. How has it been since?' ¡¡¡¡'I thank you, sir,' said Mr. Littimer, 'it has been better made. If I might take the liberty of saying so, sir, I don't think the milk which is boiled with it is quite genuine; but I am aware, sir, that there is a great adulteration of milk, in London, and that the article in a pure state is difficult to be obtained.' ¡¡¡¡It appeared to me that the gentleman in spectacles backed his Twenty Eight against Mr. Creakle's Twenty Seven, for each of them took his own man in hand. ¡¡¡¡'What is your state of mind, Twenty Eight?'
said the questioner in spectacles. ¡¡¡¡'I thank you, sir,' returned Mr. Littimer; 'I see my follies now, sir. I am a good deal troubled when I think of the sins of my former companions, sir; but I trust they may find forgiveness.' ¡¡¡¡'You are quite happy yourself?' said the questioner, nodding encouragement. ¡¡¡¡'I am much obliged to you, sir,' returned Mr. Littimer. 'Perfectly so.' ¡¡¡¡'Is there anything at all on your mind now?' said the questioner. 'If so, mention it, Twenty Eight.'

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'No?' with astonishment. ¡¡¡¡'Not the least.' ¡¡¡¡'No motive,' said Mr. Wickfield, 'for meaning abroad, and not at home?' ¡¡¡¡'No,' returned the Doctor. ¡¡¡¡'I am bound to believe you, and of course I do believe you,' said Mr. Wickfield. 'It might have simplified my office very much, if I had known it before. But I confess I entertained another impression.' ¡¡¡¡Doctor Strong regarded him with a puzzled and doubting look, which almost immediately subsided into a smile that gave me great encouragement; for it was full of amiability and sweetness,
and there was a simplicity in it, and indeed in his whole manner, when the studious, pondering frost upon it was got through, very attractive and hopeful to a young scholar like me. Repeating 'no', and 'not the least', and other short assurances to the same purport, Doctor Strong jogged on before us, at a queer, uneven pace; and we followed: Mr. Wickfield, looking grave, I observed, and shaking his head to himself, without knowing that I saw him.

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cold diet that we were numb inside as well as out. Anything warm would have been most gratifying. But I complained no more, and set about making a tent of the sail for Maud. ¡¡¡¡I had looked upon it as a simple task, what with the oars, mast, boom, and sprit, to say nothing of plenty of lines. But as I was without experience, and as every detail was an experiment and every successful detail an invention, the day was well gone before her shelter was an accomplished fact. And then that night it rained, and Maud was flooded out and driven back into the boat. ¡¡¡¡The next morning I dug a shallow ditch around the tent, and, an hour later,
a sudden gust of wind, whipping over the rocky wall behind us, picked up the tent and smashed it down on the sand thirty yards away. ¡¡¡¡Maud laughed at my crestfallen expression, and I said: 'As soon as the wind abates I intend going in the boat to explore the island. There must be a station somewhere, and men. And ships must visit the station. Some government must protect all these seals. But I wish to have you comfortable before I start.'

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We walked to the break of the poop, where she turned and faced me. I glanced around to see that no one was within hearing distance. ¡¡¡¡'What is it?' I asked gently; but the expression of grim determination on her face did not relax. ¡¡¡¡'I can readily understand,' she began, 'that this morning's affair was largely an accident; but I have been talking with Mr. Haskins. He tells me that the day we were rescued, even while I was in the cabin, two men were drowned, deliberately drowned- murdered.' ¡¡¡¡There was a query in her voice, and she faced me accusingly, as though I were guilty of the deed, or at least a party to it. ¡¡¡¡'The information is quite correct,' I answered. 'The two men were murdered.' ¡¡¡¡'And you permitted it!' she cried. ¡¡¡¡'I was unable to prevent it, is a better way of phrasing it,' I replied, still gently. ¡¡¡¡'But you tried to prevent it?' There was an emphasis on the 'tried,' and a pleading little note in her voice. 'Oh, but you didn't!' she hurried on, divining my answer. 'But why didn't you?'

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don't think it was worth it,' I said to Wolf Larsen, 'a broken boat for Kelly's life.' ¡¡¡¡'But Kelly didn't amount to much,' was the reply. 'Good night.' ¡¡¡¡After all that had passed, suffering intolerable anguish in my finger-ends, and with three boats missing, to say nothing of the wild capers the Ghost was cutting, I would have thought it impossible to sleep. But my eyes must have closed the instant my head touched the pillow, and in utter exhaustion I slept throughout the night, the while the Ghost, lonely and undirected, fought her way through the storm. HAPTER EIGHTEEN. ¡¡¡¡THE NEXT DAY, WHILE THE STORM was blowing itself out, Wolf Larsen and I 'crammed' anatomy and surgery and set Mugridge's ribs. Then, when the storm broke, Wolf Larsen cruised back and forth over that portion of the ocean where we had encountered it, and somewhat more to the westward, while the boats

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speech, and fear and hatred and pain were my only soul-experiences? I do not care to remember. A madness comes up in my brain even now as I think of it. But there were coastwise skippers I would have sought and killed when a man's strength came to me, only the lines of my life were cast at the time in other places. I did return, not long ago, but unfortunately the skippers were dead, all but one, a mate in the old days, a skipper when I met him, and when I left him, a cripple who would never walk again.' ¡¡¡¡'But you who read Spencer and Darwin and have never seen the inside of a school, how did you learn to read and write?' I queried. ¡¡¡¡'In the English merchant service. Cabin-boy at twelve, ship's boy at fourteen, ordinary seaman at sixteen, able seaman at seventeen and cock of the fo'c's'le; infinite ambition and infinite loneliness, receiving neither help nor sympathy, I did it all for myself- navigation, mathematics, science, literature, and what not. And of what use has it been? Master and owner of a ship at the top of my life, as you say, when I am beginning to diminish and die. Paltry, isn't it? And when the sun was up I was scorched, and because I had no root I withered away.'

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I remember the scene impelled me to sudden laughter, and in the next instant I realized that I was becoming hysterical myself; for these were women, of my own kind, like my mother and sisters, with the fear of death upon them and unwilling to die. And I remember that the sounds they made reminded me of the squealing of pigs under the knife of the butcher, and I was struck with horror at the vividness of the analogy. These women, capable of the most sublime emotions, of the tenderest sympathies, were open-mouthed and screaming. They wanted to live; they were helpless, like rats in a trap, and they screamed. ¡¡¡¡The horror of it drove me out on deck. I was feeling sick and squeamish, and sat down on a bench. In a hazy way I saw and heard men rushing and shouting as they strove to lower the boats. It was just as I had read descriptions of such scenes in books. The tackles jammed. Nothing worked. One boat lowered away with the

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Tess, he insisted; don't speak so! It came to me like a jolly new idea! And you don't believe me? What don't you believe?' ¡¡¡¡`Your conversion. Your scheme of religion.' ¡¡¡¡`Why?' ¡¡¡¡She dropped her voice. `Because a better man than you does not believe in such.' ¡¡¡¡`What a woman's reason! Who is this better man?, ¡¡¡¡`I cannot tell you.' ¡¡¡¡`Well,' he declared, a resentment beneath his words seeming ready to spring out at a moment's notice, `God forbid that I should say I am a good man - and you know I don't say any such thing. I am new to goodness, truly; but new comers see furthest sometimes.' ¡¡¡¡`Yes,' she replied sadly. `But I cannot believe in your conversion to a new spirit. Such flashes as you feel, Alec, I fear don't last!' ¡¡¡¡Thus speaking she turned from the stile over which she had been leaning, and faced him; whereupon his eyes, falling casually upon the familiar countenance and form, remained contemplating her. The inferior man was quiet in him now; but it was surely not extracted, nor even entirely subdued.

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Tess, however, stepping out of her stone confine, shook him slightly, but was unable to arouse him without being violent. It was indispensable to do something, for she was beginning to shiver, the sheet being but a poor protection. Her excitement had in a measure kept her warm during the few minutes' adventure; but that beatific interval was over. ¡¡¡¡It suddenly occurred to her to try persuasion; and accordingly she whispered in his ear, with as much firmness and decision as she could summon-- ¡¡¡¡`Let us walk on, darling,' at the same time taking him suggestively by the arm. To her relief, he unresistingly acquiesced; her words had apparently thrown him back into his dream, which thenceforward seemed to enter on a new phase, wherein he fancied she had risen as a spirit, and was leading him to Heaven. Thus she

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She struggled with the sob in her throat. How often had that string of excellences made her young heart ache in church of late years, and how strange that he should have cited them now. ¡¡¡¡`Why didn't you stay and love me when I - was sixteen; living with my little sisters and brothers, and you danced on the green? O, why didn't you, why didn't you!' she said, impetuously clasping her hands. ¡¡¡¡Angel began to comfort and reassure her, thinking to himself, truly enough, what a creature of moods she was, and how careful he would have to be of her when she depended for her happiness entirely on him. ¡¡¡¡`Ah - why didn't I stay!'he said. `That is just what I feel. If I had only known! But you must not be so bitter in your regret - why should you be?' ¡¡¡¡With the woman's instinct to hide she diverted hastily-- ¡¡¡¡`I should have had four years more of your heart than I can ever have now. Then I should not have wasted my time as I have done - I should have had so much longer happiness!'

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¡¡¡¡Having finished his text he picked up her basket, and she mechanically resumed her walk beside him. ¡¡¡¡`Do you believe what you paint?' she asked in low tones. ¡¡¡¡`Believe that tex? Do I believe in my own existence!' ¡¡¡¡`But,' said she tremulously, `suppose your sin was not of your seeking?' ¡¡¡¡He shook his head. ¡¡¡¡`I cannot split hairs on that burning query,' he said. `I have walked hundreds of miles this past summer, painting these texes on every wall, gate, and stile in the length and breadth of this district. I leave their application to the hearts of the people who read 'em.' think they are horrible,' said Tess. `Crushing! killing!' ¡¡¡¡`That's what they are meant to be!' he replied in a trade voice. `But you should read my hottest ones - them I kips for slums and seaports. They'd make ye wriggle! Not but what this is a very good tex for rural districts... Ah - there's a nice bit of blank wall up by that barn standing to waste. I must put one there - one that it will be good for dangerous young females like yerself to heed. Will ye wait, missy?'

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"You mean you're notgoing to tell? Never mind. I dare say we'll be able to findout quite all right without your help, if it should really matter. But why should youthink that this young man who was presumably fond of you, should want to kill you?"
　　"Oh, because he used to threaten things like that.I mean, we used to have rows now and then. He'd bring some ofhis friends with him, and I'd pretend to like them better thanhim, and then he'd get very, very wild and angry. He said I'd better be careful what I did. I couldn't givehim up just like that! That if I wasn't faithful to him he'd kill me! I just thought he was being melodramatic and theatrical."Elvira smiled suddenly and unexpectedly. "Butit was all rather fun. I didn't think it was real or serious."