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worse than dead. There seemed a relaxation of his expressionless face which was new. Maud looked at me, and I understood. ¡¡¡¡'His life flickered out in the storm,' I said. ¡¡¡¡'But he still lives,' she answered, infinite faith in her voice. ¡¡¡¡'He had too great strength.' ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' she said; 'but now it no longer shackles him. He is a free spirit.' ¡¡¡¡'He is a free spirit surely,' I answered; and, taking her hand, I led her on deck. ¡¡¡¡The storm broke that night, which is to say that it diminished as slowly as it had arisen. After breakfast next morning,
when I had hoisted Wolf Larsen's body on deck ready for burial, it was still blowing heavily and a large sea was running. The deck was continually awash with the sea which came inboard over the rail and through the scuppers. The wind smote the schooner with a sudden gust, and she heeled over till her lee rail was buried, the roar in her rigging rising in pitch to a shriek. We stood in the water to our knees as I bared my head.