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The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.One dog rolled before him, well-nigh slashed in half; but a second had him by the thigh, a third gripped his collar be- hind, and a fourth had the blade of the sword between its teeth, tasting its own blood.But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?

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