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1    1,   16|    extremely dry wind which blows from the southwest. Thalcave
2    1,   26|      a peculiar wind, which blows regularly half of the day
3    2,    1|       it’s an ill wind that blows nobody good, and I don’t
4    2,    5|     strength. A few hatchet blows soon knocked in the heads,
5    2,   18| even now fallen beneath the blows of these rascals?” exclaimed
6    3,    1|  and yet under the repeated blows of adverse fate, Glenarvan
7    3,    6|   severe and fatiguing. The blows of the short, tumbling seas
8    3,   11| grow yet more horrible.~Six blows of the MERE, delivered by