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The brig was close upon them. Her canvas loomed large
and dusky, shadowing the sea. Her wet decks shone in the
morning sunlight. From her bulwarks peered bearded and
eager faces, looking with astonishment at this burning boat
and its haggard company, alone on that barren and stormy
ocean.
Frere, with Sylvia in his arms, waited for her.
END OF BOOK THE SECOND
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