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 1 3 |            by night things that do not exist, hears sounds that
 2 3 |         hears sounds that one does not recognize, trembles without
 3 4 |            limitless. A sailor has not the same feeling for the
 4 4 |            and perfidious. It does not speak, it flows along without
 5 18| comfortable as possible. There was not a sound to be heard, except
 6 20|          colorer of pipes, I could not smoke; at the second draw
 7 21|      pulled harder, the anchor did not come up; it had caught on
 8 21|           of the river and I could not raise it. I began pulling
 9 21|           on my situation. I could not dream of breaking this chain,
10 21|     thought that it probably would not be long before some fisherman
11 23|            and reeds which I could not escape, my breath rattling
12 24|        chances to one that I could not find my way in the fog and
13 25|            My will made me resolve not to be afraid, but there
14 26|        expectation. Of what? I did not know, but it must be something
15 28|        about an hour, perhaps two, not sleeping, my eyes wide open,
16 28|     nightmares all about me. I did not dare to rise, and yet I
17 30|            remarkable things would not have astonished me.~
18 31|          How long this lasted I do not know, for I ended by falling
19 31|            tried to see, but could not distinguish my boat, nor
20 32|       anchor chain. The anchor did not move. Day came, gloomy gray,