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Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,
the clouds in the sky flushed rosy in the dawn; the moon
such a thrilling sense of the beautiful and the sublime,
Down I descended to my cabin in the lower part of the vessel.
and phlox that drew him to the perfumed air of the garden,
us, avoiding the larger masses of ice, though our vessel
at all noisy; on the contrary, it does not disturb conversation,
it were felt her way, sometimes stopping altogether. Strange
