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THE FORCE of the bomb must have been tremendous. I believe it was hours before I regained consciousness. When at last I did revive, I was dizzy and deafened, the world about me was black, a storm was raging in the heavens and the boat was heaving with a great commotion. Everything was puzzling. Finally I remembered something of what had happened and knew where I was.
"Dearest," I said, giving the goddess the name which I had only dared to call her to myself, "dearest--are you there?" and I crawled toward the stern.