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For the water, shoaling under our board, became changed in a moment to surprising hues of blue and grey; and in the transparency the coral branched and blossomed, and the fish of the inland sea cruised visibly below us, stained and striped, and even beaked like parrots. I have paid in my time to view many curiosities; never one so curious as that first sight over the ship's rail in the lagoon of Fakarava.
The room was cold and damp, the air tainted with the musty smell of former inhabitants; the ceiling was cracked, the wallpaper faded, and stained in streaks of yellow.