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"Hello, you!" he shouted. "You'll have to back up an' take the run to your left." Mr. Johnston frowned darkly. "Walter Watland—what?" he repeated. The moon was without power until shortly after midnight; her light silvered the sails of the ship ahead, and she grew out of the gloom into a fairy-like fantasy that might have been some symmetrical form of moon-touched mist fleeting down the wind, or some snow-robed height whose base lay behind the horizon..
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