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“And when it passed there was no tread!
It leaped the deck.—Who heard the sound?
I heard none!—Say, what was it fled?
Poor girl! and is she drowned?—
Went down these depths? How dark they look, and cold!
She 's yonder! stop her!—Now!—there!—hold her! hold!”
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