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The Ebb-tide Runs

SoImusthavelainforhours,continuallybeatentoandfrouponthebillows,nowandagainwettedwithflyingsprays,andneverceasingtoexpectdeathatthenextplunge.Graduallywearinessgrewuponme;anumbness,anoccasionalstupor,felluponmymindeveninthemidstofmyterrors,untilsleepatlastsupervenedandinmysea-tossedcoracleIlayanddreamedofhomeandtheoldAdmiralBenbow.

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