1 I have forgotten to say that the bronze ended with his face.
2 And so it ended, with the phrase she knew had all power over me.
3 It ended with Johnson flinging off Louis's detaining arm and starting forward.
4 I came back and went on with my work; and here the episode ended for the time, though further developments were yet to take place.
5 I had burst open the ends of my fingers at the very first, and during the reefing I had worked with tears of pain running down my cheeks.
6 I had to learn my tools to begin with, and every simple mechanical principle which such a man would have at his finger ends I had likewise to learn.
7 I pulled till I burst open the ends of all my fingers; and while I pulled, the flying-jib and staysail split their cloths apart and thundered into nothingness.
8 By crossing and lashing the ends of two spars, and then elevating them in the air like an inverted "V," I could get a point above the deck to which to make fast my hoisting tackle.
9 Its jaws were pried apart to their greatest extension, and a stout stake, sharpened at both ends, was so inserted that when the pries were removed the spread jaws were fixed upon it.
10 And then the wheel would reappear, and Wolf Larsen's broad shoulders, his hands gripping the spokes and holding the schooner to the course of his will, himself an earth-god, dominating the storm, flinging its descending waters from him and riding it to his own ends.