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The wind blew hard, and the vapour swept past in a horizontal pouring, masses of it coming on a sudden in a blinding thickness till you could not see half the wreck's length; then the silver-tinted volumes would brighten for a breath or two, and show the steel-coloured sea heaving its freckled and foamless folds into the vaporous faintness a few hundred feet off; then the mist would boil down and over us once more until it was like being in a room filled with steam.
‘The cabin is empty,' said I -- the girl being on the port side, I had taken care to drag the body to starboard -- ‘there are seats, and you will be sheltered there. This is damping stuff.'