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The sailor-people sprung from Lusus’ blood in wond’ering clusters to the ratlines clung; noting the stranger’s novel mode and mood with his so barb’arous and perplexèd tongue.
Sometime the wily Moor confusèd stood eyeing the garb, the hue, the fleet, the throng; and asked, with questions manifold assailing, if they from Turkey-land, perchance, were hailing.