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 1 IX    |         Portland. The clear open weather gave us a good view of Myrdals
 2 XII   | disastrous rain. It was just the weather for tourists.~The pleasure
 3 XVI   |        the moon came a change of weather. The sun poured a flood
 4 XXX   |        in the air. But then ‘the weather was fine.’ The play of the
 5 XXXII |     Intensity of light the same. Weather fine; that is to say, that
 6 XXXIII|        August 16. — Nothing new. Weather unchanged. The wind freshens.
 7 XXXV  |        lost in the distance.~The weather — if we may use that term —
 8 XXXV  | muttering:~“Here’s some very bad weather coming on.”~The Professor
 9 XXXVI |          sleep.~The next day the weather was splendid. The sky and
10 XXXVI |        fresh air, the calm quiet weather, after the commotions we
11 XL    |       this coast from which fine weather would have carried us far