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THE ANCIENT MARINER
I WENT ON WITH MY SANDWICHES
well to windward, a little cloud no larger than a tomato,—the English tomato, I mean, not the foreign species, though it rapidly attained that size. It grew larger and larger until it was quite the size of a full-grown vegetable marrow; yet, little recking that it contained the seeds of the terrible tempest that was so soon to overwhelm us, I still went on with my sandwiches.
'Presently the gale increased, and the seas swelled 42
