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"THE SEA IS A TYRANT"
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Felicia, lying stiff and wide-eyed in the great bed above, heard the crash of the hideous discord, and shuddered. She had been trying to remember the stately, comforting words of the prayer for those in peril on the sea, but now, frightened, she buried her face in the pillow.
"Oh, dear God," she faltered. "You—You must bring him back—You must!"
