I know that I was lost in a great wonder, almost a stupor,--this, then, was a woman ?--so that I forgot myself and my mate's duties, and took no part in helping the new-comers aboard.

For when one of the sailors lifted her into Wolf Larsen's downstretched arms, she looked up into our curious faces and smiled amusedly and sweetly, as only a woman can smile, and as I had seen no one smile for so long that I had forgotten such smiles existed.
"Mr.Van Weyden!" Wolf Larsen's voice brought me sharply back to myself.
"Will you take the lady below and see to her comfort?
Make up that spare port cabin.

Put Cooky to work on it.

And see what you can do for that face.

It's burned badly." He turned brusquely away from us and began to question the new men.