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The one opened the door with a latch-key and went in, followed by a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap. He wore rough clothes that smacked of the sea, and he was manifestly out of place in the spacious hall in which he found himself. He did not know what to do with his cap, and was stuffing it into his coat pocket when the other took it from him. The act was done quietly and naturally, and the awkward young fellow appreciated it. "He understands," was his thought. "He'll see me through all right." He walked at the other's heels with a swing to his shoulders, and his legs spread…mehr

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The one opened the door with a latch-key and went in, followed by a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap. He wore rough clothes that smacked of the sea, and he was manifestly out of place in the spacious hall in which he found himself. He did not know what to do with his cap, and was stuffing it into his coat pocket when the other took it from him. The act was done quietly and naturally, and the awkward young fellow appreciated it. "He understands," was his thought. "He'll see me through all right." He walked at the other's heels with a swing to his shoulders, and his legs spread unwittingly, as if the level floors were tilting up and sinking down to the heave and lunge of the sea. The wide rooms seemed too narrow for his rolling gait, and to himself he was in terror lest his broad shoulders should collide with the doorways or sweep the bric-a-brac from the low mantel. He recoiled from side to side between the various objects and multiplied the hazards that in reality lodged only in his mind. Between a grand piano and a centre-table piled high with books was space for a half a dozen to walk abreast, yet he essayed it with trepidation. His heavy arms hung loosely at his sides.
Autorenporträt
John Griffith Chaney (nascido em São Francisco, no 12 de janeiro de 1876 na Califórnia, morreu a 22 de novembro de 1916 no seu Beauty Ranch), autor, jornalista e ativista social norte-americano com referências marxistas, pioneiro da sua era, fez então parte do novo mundo das revistas comerciais de ficção, tendo sido um dos primeiros romancistas a obter celebridade mundial através das suas histórias, além de uma grande fortuna. Jack London (seu pseudónimo), é um dos mais importantes autores da literatura norte-americana do fim do século XIX, princípio do século XX. Escreveu centenas de contos, entre eles alguns visionários e magistrais que determinaram os caminhos da literatura ocidental, bem como magníficos romances.Apesar da jovem idade em que faleceu, Jack London deixou-nos uma extensa obra literária. A sua vida focou-se na sobrevivência - começou a trabalhar ainda em criança - e no sonho vir a ser escritor e viver da sua escrita. Para o conseguir London abraçou os mais diversos desafios, foi lutador de boxe, marinheiro e garimpeiro, e foi após a sua viagem durante a Febre do Ouro no Klondike que Jack London se decidiu definitivamente a tornar-se escritor, e foi na sua época o primeiro a lograr a fama mundial.