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Scarce were the foresails hurr’iedly taken in, when sharp and sudden bursts the roaring gale:
“Furl!” cried the Master with as loud a din, “Furl!” cried he, “Furl for life the mainmast-sail!”
The furious gusts wait not till they begin furling the canvas; but conjoint assail and tear it with such crash to shreds and tatters as though a ruined world the Storm-wind shatters.