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- Author: William Clark Russell
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1511533579
- ISBN-13: 9781511533577
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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There was every appearance of a south-westerly wind. The coast of France, which had been standing high and shining upon the horizon on the port bow, and so magnified by the clear northerly air that you could discern, even at that distance, the dim emerald sheen of the upper slopes and the streaky shadows thrown by projecting points and elbows on the white ground, was fast fading, though the sun still stood within an hour of its setting beyond the bleak Foreland. The north wind, which had rattled us with an acre of foam at our bows right away down the river, and had now brought us well abreast of the Gull lightship, was dropping fast. There was barely enough air to keep the royals full, and the ship's number, which I had just hoisted at the peak-a string of gaudy flags which made a brilliant figure against the white canvas of the spanker-shook their folds sluggishly.
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- Author: William Clark Russell
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1511533579
- ISBN-13: 9781511533577
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
There was every appearance of a south-westerly wind. The coast of France, which had been standing high and shining upon the horizon on the port bow, and so magnified by the clear northerly air that you could discern, even at that distance, the dim emerald sheen of the upper slopes and the streaky shadows thrown by projecting points and elbows on the white ground, was fast fading, though the sun still stood within an hour of its setting beyond the bleak Foreland. The north wind, which had rattled us with an acre of foam at our bows right away down the river, and had now brought us well abreast of the Gull lightship, was dropping fast. There was barely enough air to keep the royals full, and the ship's number, which I had just hoisted at the peak-a string of gaudy flags which made a brilliant figure against the white canvas of the spanker-shook their folds sluggishly.
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