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In this way the boat drifted on until the dawn broke, when the wind fell.
Johnson lifted his head and looked about him; and first for the ship that had passed them in the night -- but she was nowhere visible; then at Holdsworth, whose delirium had yielded to sleep, and who slumbered with his feet on the thwart, his back arched like a bow, and his head between his knees; then at the widow, who drooped against the boat's side, her arm over the gunwale, and her hand in the water.