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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: and the schooner, with all sails set, was rushing with such speed that,
in the words of one old salt, "she must fetch up somewhere, if it was only
in hell". Then came another rush of sea-fog, greater than any hitherto,
a mass of dank mist, which seemed to close on all things like a gray pall,
and left available to men only the organ of hearing, for the roar of
the tempest, and the crash of the thunder, and the booming of the mighty
billows came through the damp oblivion even louder than before.
The rays of the searchlight were kept fixed on the harbour mouth across
the East Pier, where the shock was expected, and men waited breathless.
The wind suddenly shifted to the northeast, and the remnant
of the sea fog melted in the blast. And then, mirabile dictu,
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