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Ursus's thick shoes, now Gwynplaine's cape, now Dea's dress, now the
mattress. This was his way of giving his blessing.
They had passed Chatham and the mouth of the Medway. They were
approaching the sea. The shadowy serenity of the atmosphere was such
that the passage down the Thames was being made without trouble: no
manoeuvre was needful, nor was any sailor called on deck. At the other
end of the vessel the skipper, still alone, was steering. There was
only this man aft. At the bow the lantern lighted up the happy group of
beings who, from the depths of misery, had suddenly been raised to
happiness by a meeting so unhoped for.
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