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Dian glanced downward and shuddered. Her tribe were hill people -- they were not accustomed to swimming other than in quiet rivers and placid lakelets. It was not the steep that appalled her. It was the ocean -- vast, mysterious, terrible.
To dive into it from this great height was beyond her. I couldn't wonder, either. To have attempted it myself seemed too preposterous even for thought. Only one consideration could have prompted me to leap headforemost from that giddy height -- suicide; or at least so I thought at the moment.