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As they reached the open the rain ceased altogether. High above a few pale stars were beginning to probe through the tattered clouds. The men with the lantern were rapidly moving across the stumpy fallow, towards the causeway. "She carried nothing but fore-and-aft sails on her mizzen-mast," said he. "A story of foolhardiness, madam, largely due to my difficulty in foreseeing issues.".
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