THE SEA WOLF JACK LONDON CHAPTER 20 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | THE SEA WOLF JACK LONDON CHAPTER 20 The remainder of the day passed uneventfully. The young slip of a gale having wetted our gills proceeded to moderate. The fourth engineer and the three oilers after a warm interview with Wolf Larsen were furnished with outfits from the slop-chests assigned places under the hunters in the various boats and watches on the vessel and bundled forward into the forecastle. They went protestingly but their voices were not loud. They were awed by what they had already seen of Wolf Larsen s character while the tale of woe they speedily heard in the forecastle took the last bit of rebellion out of them. Miss Brewster - we had learned her name from the engineer - slept on and on. At supper I requested the hunters to lower their voices so she was not disturbed and it was not till next morning that she made her appearance. It had been my intention to have her meals served apart but Wolf Larsen put down his foot. Who was she that she should be too good for cabin table and cabin society had been his demand. But her coming to the table had something amusing in it. The hunters fell silent as clams. Jock Horner and Smoke alone were unabashed stealing stealthy glances at her now and again and even taking part in the conversation. The other four men glued their eyes on their plates and chewed steadily and with thoughtful precision their ears moving and wobbling in time with their jaws like the ears of so many animals. Wolf Larsen had little to say at first doing no more than reply when he was addressed. Not that he was abashed. Far from it. This woman was a new type to him a different breed from any he had ever known and he was curious. He studied her his eyes rarely leaving her face unless to follow the movements of her hands or shoulders. I studied her myself and though it was I who maintained the conversation I know that I was a bit shy not quite selfpossessed. His was the perfect poise the supreme confidence in self which nothing could shake and
