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 1 1 |       and forty, who certainly was the most curious specimen
 2 1 |        specimen I ever met. He was an old boating man, and
 3 1 |        crazy about boating. He was always beside the water,
 4 2 |         almost poetical. There was in his heart one great passion,
 5 15|                              I was living, as I am now, in
 6 15|        into the Supreme Court, was living in the village of
 7 16|               One evening as I was coming home along and was
 8 16|      was coming home along and was pretty tired, rowing with
 9 17|                             It was a magnificent night, the
10 17|     the river gleamed, the air was calm and soft. This peacefulness
11 18| comfortable as possible. There was not a sound to be heard,
12 19|                      The river was perfectly calm, but I felt
13 20|       my mind. But, although I was a noted colorer of pipes,
14 20|    smoke; at the second draw I was nauseated, and gave up trying.
15 20|    sing. The sound of my voice was distressing to me. So I
16 20|       to let her fall again. I was tossed about as in a tempest.
17 20|        single bound. The water was glistening, all was calm.~
18 20|      water was glistening, all was calm.~
19 21|     position of the anchor. It was no use, it was still caught.
20 21|      anchor. It was no use, it was still caught. I flew into
21 21|       it from the boat, for it was massive and was riveted
22 21|         for it was massive and was riveted at the bows to a
23 21|        However, as the weather was so fine I thought that it
24 21|     quieted me. I sat down and was able, at length, to smoke
25 21|      two or three glasses, and was able to laugh at the situation.
26 21|     laugh at the situation. It was very warm; so that, if need
27 22|              All at once there was a little knock at the side
28 22|     out all over me. The noise was, doubtless, caused by some
29 22|       by the current, but that was enough, and I again became
30 23|   groups of Italian poplars. I was as if buried to the waist
31 23|         I thought that someone was trying to climb into my
32 23|       hidden by the thick fog, was full of strange creatures
33 25|        to be afraid, but there was something in me besides
34 25|     will, and that other thing was afraid. I asked myself what
35 25|        asked myself what there was to be afraid of. My brave "
36 27|     succession. When my throat was absolutely paralyzed I listened.
37 27|    paralyzed I listened. A dog was howling, at a great distance.~
38 28|  myself: "Come, get up!" and I was afraid to move. At last
39 28|        the edge of the boat. I was dazzled by the most marvellous,
40 28|      it is possible to see. It was one of those phantasmagoria
41 30|   bullfrogs. Strange to say, I was no longer afraid. I was
42 30|        was no longer afraid. I was in the midst of such an
43 31|      had gone down and the sky was full of clouds. The water
44 31|    lapped mournfully, the wind was blowing, it was pitch dark.
45 31|       the wind was blowing, it was pitch dark. I drank the
46 32|   shouted, a voice replied; it was a fisherman. I called him;
47 32|        we drew it on board. It was the corpse of an old women