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 1 XVI  |      morning mists limited our view. Land was nowhere to be
 2 XVII |        to take a very sanguine view of our prospects.~“But surely,”
 3 XVII | remonstrance, however, to this view of our case, but merely
 4 XXV  |   support of Curtis’s sanguine view of things, and that the
 5 XXVI |    darkness hid them both from view.~As night drew on, the wind
 6 XXXIV|        from their own point of view, and although I could have
 7 XLII |     longer scanned the distant view.~Owen now began to shriek
 8 XLIII|     brig was completely out of view, the flames we hoped might
 9 XLIV |    from quite another point of view. He thought about devouring
10 LII  |       a coast bad broken on my view, I believe that I should