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| 13 | 355 | "He is View more quotes about dead">dead," said a fellow from the deck of the captain's barge, where the lookout had fallen, the fins of a quarrel protruding from his breast. |
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| 13 | 352 | One could scarcely see the flight of the quarrel. |
| 13 | 353 | It was like a whisper of light, terribly quick, little more than something you are not sure you have really seen, then the bird had snapped its wings and was ascending. |
| 13 | 354 | It then, in a time, disappeared, south. |
| 13 | 355 | "He is dead," said a fellow from the deck of the captain's barge, where the lookout had fallen, the fins of a quarrel protruding from his breast. |
| 13 | 356 | It had not been a difficult shot. |
| 13 | 357 | It might have been a stationary target, a practice run on the training range. |
| 13 | 358 | "Those are not your eyes," I said to a fellow looking up at me. |