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¡¡¡¡'Man-play, Miss Brewster. Somewhat rougher, I warrant, than that you have been used to, but still man-play. The shark was not in the reckoning. It-' ¡¡¡¡But at this juncture, Mugridge, who had lifted his head and ascertained the extent of his loss, floundered over on the deck and buried his teeth in Wolf Larsen's leg. Wolf Larsen stooped, coolly, to the Cockney, and pressed with thumb and finger at the rear of the jaws and below the ears. The jaws opened with reluctance, and Wolf Larsen stepped free. ¡¡¡¡'As I was saying,' went on, as though nothing unwonted had happened, 'the shark was not in the reckoning. It was- ahem- shall we say Providence?' ¡¡¡¡She gave no sign that she had heard, though the expression of her eyes changed to one of inexpressible loathing as she started to turn away. She no more than started, for she swayed and tottered, and reached her hand weakly out to mine. I caught her in time to save her from falling, and helped her to a seat on the cabin. I thought she must faint outright, but she controlled herself.