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The sail shone like a peak of ice against a belly of soft snow-cloud right ahead -- that is, ahead as the hull's bows lay. I should have supposed it ice, but for the captain, who stood close beside the companion holding the ship's glass: he said, 'There she is, miss.'
'Is she coming this way? ' cried I, shivering with cold and passion.