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life that is in you is alive and wants to go on being alive forever. Bah! An eternity of piggishness!"
He abruptly turned on his heel and started forward. He stopped at the break of the poop and called me to him.
"By the way, how much was it that Cooky got away with?" he asked.
"One hundred and eighty-five dollars, sir," I answered.
He nodded his head. A moment later, as I started down the companion stairs to lay the table for dinner, I heard him loudly cursing some men amidships.
