1 "Good-night, Mr. Larsen," I answered weakly.
2 I was still weak from my prolonged immersion.
3 I felt myself masculine, the protector of the weak, the fighting male.
4 For reply, I twisted weakly into a sitting posture, and was helped by Yonson to my feet.
5 She no more than started, for she swayed and tottered, and reached her hand weakly out to mine.
6 "I understand," she said, in a weak, far-away voice, and her eyes showed me that she did understand.
7 I got out the oars and made her row, though she was so weak I thought she would faint at every stroke.
8 The big eat the little that they may continue to move, the strong eat the weak that they may retain their strength.
9 I could have thought him the old Wolf Larsen, and yet there was in his movements a vague suggestion of weakness and indecision.
10 I confess, I wanted the coffee badly; and I learned, not long afterward, that the berry was likewise a little weakness of Maud's.
11 Surely there can be little in this world more awful than the spectacle of a strong man in the moment when he is utterly weak and broken.
12 I supported myself in the companion-way, weak and trembling, while the observation was being verified by the remarks of the rest of the men.
13 There was something tenacious about that lily-frail body of hers, a clutch on existence which one could not reconcile with its patent weakness.
14 But making an extra trip to the galley a little later, I was gladdened by the sight of Harrison staggering weakly from the rigging to the forecastle scuttle.
15 It may be a weakness of mine that I have an incisive way of speech; but I threw all restraint to the winds and cut and slashed until the whole man of him was snarling.
16 He started for the companion-way, and stepped forward quite as I had been accustomed to see him do; and yet again, in his very walk, there seemed that suggestion of weakness and indecision.
17 The man who had spoken to him was clearly a Cockney, with the clean lines and weakly pretty, almost effeminate, face of the man who has absorbed the sound of Bow Bells with his mother's milk.
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