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- death) with flickering splashes of dirty yellow light they pollute the
pale moonshine all but ineffectually struggling in obstructed flecks
through the open ports from which the tompioned cannon protrude. Other
lanterns at intervals serve but to bring out somewhat the obscurer bays
which, like small confessionals or side-chapels in a cathedral, branch
from the long, dim-vistaed, broad aisle, between the two batteries of
that covered tier.
Such was the deck where now lay the Handsome Sailor. Through the
rose-tan of his complexion, no pallor could have shown. It would have
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