human
Gull drew nearer and nearer the journey's end, and the warm-hearted sailor waxed indignant.
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Mought ha' told him what ter expect, anyhow!
human
Gull stood in toward shore. First, the pine woods, vast and sombre, showed themselves; then, a little way on, Culm Rock came slowly into view, bald, ragged, and desolate. Noll's face was very grave, but he kept his place and said nothing. Slowly the curve of the shore unfolded itself, a long line of yellow sand, length after length of scarred and jagged rock. The sound of the surf came faintly out, sounding over the ripple of water about the
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Gull's