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"LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI."
the distance between them grew less and less with
every dip the prow made down into the deep-grey glistening water, like a petrel that stoops to bathe in his passage, and shakes the spray from his spread wings to take a frees flight.
END OF VOL. I.
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