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 1 3 |      memories I have, connected with that river that you see
 2 5 |   gently laps its banks covered with whispering reeds.~
 3 13| whispered by the slender reeds, with their little soft voices,
 4 16|        was pretty tired, rowing with difficulty my big boat,
 5 18|         boat floated downstream with the current, to the end
 6 20|         me. I sprang to my feet with a single bound. The water
 7 21|          but all in vain. Then, with my oars, I turned the boat
 8 21|         oars, I turned the boat with its head up stream to change
 9 23|         white in the moonlight, with big black patches rising
10 23|       very idea made me tremble with fear. I saw myself, lost,
11 23|      escape, my breath rattling with fear, neither seeing the
12 25|               I tried to reason with myself. My will made me
13 26|          my ears on the stretch with expectation. Of what? I
14 27|        me, and I began to shout with all my might towards all
15 28|    sleeping, my eyes wide open, with nightmares all about me.
16 28|         At last I raised myself with infinite caution as though
17 29|    which shone in the moonlight with the dazzling brilliance
18 29|  nothing but the river gleaming with light between these two
19 32|      the corpse of an old women with a big stone round her neck.~