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‘What ails thee, melancholy wight? '
Brion gazed, with that smiling question, into Clerivault's eyes. The ship was six days out on the broad Atlantic, running before a westerly breeze in hazy weather, and they looked over the gray unpeopled waste of waters and thought of home.