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We passed the afternoon in this way. Jacob was forward, sleeping; Thomas's turn at the helm had come round again; and Abraham lay over the lee rail, within grasp of the foresheet, lost in contemplation of the rushing waters.
'Where and when is this experience of ours going to end? ' said I to Helga as we sat chatting.