Морський вовк

Chapter 26

           Itwasafacethatrarelydisplayedcolour,butto-nightitwasflushedandvivacious.Herwitwasplayingkeenly,andshewasenjoyingthetiltasmuchasWolfLarsen,andhewasenjoyingithugely.Forsomereason,thoughIknownotwhyintheargument,soutterlyhadIlostitinthecontemplationofonestraybrownlockofMaud’shair,hequotedfromIseultatTintagel,whereshesays:

           

           "BlessedamIbeyondwomenevenherein,

           Thatbeyondallbornwomenismysin,

           Andperfectmytransgression."

           

           AshehadreadpessimismintoOmar,sonowhereadtriumph,stingingtriumphandexultation,intoSwinburne’slines.Andhereadrightly,andhereadwell.HehadhardlyceasedreadingwhenLouisputhisheadintothecompanion-wayandwhispereddown:

           "Beeasy,willye?Thefog’slifted,an’’tistheportlightivasteamerthat’scrossin’ourbowthisblessedminute."

           WolfLarsensprangondeck,andsoswiftlythatbythetimewefollowedhimhehadpulledthesteerage-slideoverthedrunkenclamourandwasonhiswayforwardtoclosetheforecastle-scuttle.Thefog,thoughitremained,hadliftedhigh,whereitobscuredthestarsandmadethenightquiteblack.DirectlyaheadofusIcouldseeabrightredlightandawhitelight,andIcouldhearthepulsingofasteamer’sengines.BeyondadoubtitwastheMacedonia.

           WolfLarsenhadreturnedtothepoop,andwestoodinasilentgroup,watchingthelightsrapidlycrossourbow.

           "Luckyformehedoesn’tcarryasearchlight,"WolfLarsensaid.

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