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From: Hoopengardner B. <pu...@ch...> - 2010-04-07 07:53:25
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Innacle to the flaming hull below. At length it followed its companion, and then the fire ran riot fore and aft. Sometimes wearied by the sight, I put my hands before my eyes to shut it out, but then I could not help thinking of the sad fate of the poor captain, whose body lay on its funeral pile on board. "Ah, he happy now," whispered Paul. He had also been thinking |