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Chapter 9

           WhathemighthavedoneIdidnotfullyrealizetillnextday,whenheputhisheadintothegalley,and,asasignofrenewedfriendliness,askedmehowmyarmwasgettingon.

           "Itmighthavebeenworse,"hesmiled.

           Iwaspeelingpotatoes.Hepickedoneupfromthepan.Itwasfair-sized,firm,andunpeeled.Heclosedhishanduponit,squeezed,andthepotatosquirtedoutbetweenhisfingersinmushystreams.Thepulpyremnanthedroppedbackintothepanandturnedaway,andIhadasharpvisionofhowitmighthavefaredwithmehadthemonsterputhisrealstrengthuponme.

           Butthethreedays’restwasgoodinspiteofitall,forithadgivenmykneetheverychanceitneeded.Itfeltmuchbetter,theswellinghadmateriallydecreased,andthecapseemeddescendingintoitsproperplace.Also,thethreedays’restbroughtthetroubleIhadforeseen.ItwasplainlyThomasMugridge’sintentiontomakemepayforthosethreedays.Hetreatedmevilely,cursedmecontinually,andheapedhisownworkuponme.Heevenventuredtoraisehisfisttome,butIwasbecominganimal-likemyself,andIsnarledinhisfacesoterriblythatitmusthavefrightenedhimback.ItisnopleasantpictureIcanconjureupofmyself,HumphreyVanWeyden,inthatnoisomeship’sgalley,crouchedinacornerovermytask,myfaceraisedtothefaceofthecreatureabouttostrikeme,mylipsliftedandsnarlinglikeadog’s,myeyesgleamingwithfearandhelplessnessandthecouragethatcomesoffearandhelplessness.Idonotlikethepicture.

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