Wolf Larsen, who had sat about and listened all afternoon and never opened his mouth, had taken himself off to the galley and started his supper.

I felt quite stiff across the small of the back, so much so that I straightened up with an effort and with pain.

I looked proudly at my work.

It was beginning to show.

I was wild with desire, like a child with a new toy, to hoist something with my shears.
"I wish it weren't so late," I said.