The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
Rembrandt Painting
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'Humphrey, sir- Humphrey Van Weyden.' ¡¡¡¡'Age?' ¡¡¡¡'Thirty-five, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'That'll do. Go to the cook and learn your duties.' ¡¡¡¡And thus it was that I passed into a state of involuntary servitude to Wolf Larsen. He was stronger than I, that was all. But it was very unreal at the time. It is no less unreal now that I look back upon it. It will always be to me as a monstrous, inconceivable thing, a horrible nightmare. ¡¡¡¡'Hold on; don't go yet.' ¡¡¡¡I stopped
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obediently in my walk toward the galley. ¡¡¡¡'Johansen, call all hands. Now that we've everything cleaned up, we'll have the funeral and get the decks cleared of useless lumber.' ¡¡¡¡While Johansen was summoning the watch below, a couple of sailors, under the captain's direction, laid the canvas-swathed corpse upon a hatchcover. On each side the deck, against the rail, and bottoms up, were lashed a number of small boats. Several men picked up the hatch-cover with its ghastly freight, carried it to the lee side, and rested it on the boats,