" "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight.
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