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Worn out as I was, and comparatively secure for the moment, I will
not say that I slept; but my eyes closed, and every fibre rested,
as I rose and slid with the smooth, long swell. Whether I did
indeed hear voices, curses, cries, I cannot say positively to this
day. I only know that I raised my head and looked sharply all ways
but the way I durst not look for fear of an upset. And, again, I
thought I saw first a tiny flame, and then a tinier glow; and as my
head drooped, and my eyes closed again, I say I thought I smelt
tobacco; but this, of course, was my imagination supplying all the
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