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With one blow of the tiller he unshipped for the purpose,
he knocked the plug out, but did not take the trouble to low-
er the sail. He felt the water welling up heavily about his
legs before he leaped on to the taffrail. There, upright and
motionless, in his shirt and trousers only, he stood wait-
ing. When he had felt her settle he sprang far away with a
mighty splash.
At once he turned his head. The gloomy, clouded dawn
from behind the mountains showed him on the smooth
waters the upper corner of the sail, a dark wet triangle of
canvas waving slightly to and fro. He saw it vanish, as if
jerked under, and then struck out for the shore.

Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard