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The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened.Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.
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