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When
some
white
-
headed
billows
thundered
on
,
and
dashed
themselves
to
pieces
before
they
reached
the
land
,
every
fragment
of
the
late
whole
seemed
possessed
by
the
full
might
of
its
wrath
,
rushing
to
be
gathered
to
the
composition
of
another
monster
.
Undulating
hills
were
changed
to
valleys
,
undulating
valleys
(
with
a
solitary
storm
-
bird
sometimes
skimming
through
them
)
were
lifted
up
to
hills
;
masses
of
water
shivered
and
shook
the
beach
with
a
booming
sound
;
every
shape
tumultuously
rolled
on
,
as
soon
as
made
,
to
change
its
shape
and
place
,
and
beat
another
shape
and
place
away
;
the
ideal
shore
on
the
horizon
,
with
its
towers
and
buildings
,
rose
and
fell
;
the
clouds
fell
fast
and
thick
;
I
seemed
to
see
a
rending
and
upheaving
of
all
nature
.
Not
finding
Ham
among
the
people
whom
this
memorable
wind
—
for
it
is
still
remembered
down
there
,
as
the
greatest
ever
known
to
blow
upon
that
coast
—
had
brought
together
,
I
made
my
way
to
his
house
.
It
was
shut
;
and
as
no
one
answered
to
my
knocking
,
I
went
,
by
back
ways
and
by
-
lanes
,
to
the
yard
where
he
worked
.
I
learned
,
there
,
that
he
had
gone
to
Lowestoft
,
to
meet
some
sudden
exigency
of
ship
-
repairing
in
which
his
skill
was
required
;
but
that
he
would
be
back
tomorrow
morning
,
in
good
time
.
I
went
back
to
the
inn
;
and
when
I
had
washed
and
dressed
,
and
tried
to
sleep
,
but
in
vain
,
it
was
five
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
.
I
had
not
sat
five
minutes
by
the
coffee
-
room
fire
,
when
the
waiter
,
coming
to
stir
it
,
as
an
excuse
for
talking
,
told
me
that
two
colliers
had
gone
down
,
with
all
hands
,
a
few
miles
away
;
and
that
some
other
ships
had
been
seen
labouring
hard
in
the
Roads
,
and
trying
,
in
great
distress
,
to
keep
off
shore
.
Mercy
on
them
,
and
on
all
poor
sailors
,
said
he
,
if
we
had
another
night
like
the
last
!
I
was
very
much
depressed
in
spirits
;
very
solitary
;
and
felt
an
uneasiness
in
Ham
’
s
not
being
there
,
disproportionate
to
the
occasion
.
I
was
seriously
affected
,
without
knowing
how
much
,
by
late
events
;
and
my
long
exposure
to
the
fierce
wind
had
confused
me
.
There
was
that
jumble
in
my
thoughts
and
recollections
,
that
I
had
lost
the
clear
arrangement
of
time
and
distance
.
Thus
,
if
I
had
gone
out
into
the
town
,
I
should
not
have
been
surprised
,
I
think
,
to
encounter
someone
who
I
knew
must
be
then
in
London
.
So
to
speak
,
there
was
in
these
respects
a
curious
inattention
in
my
mind
.
Yet
it
was
busy
,
too
,
with
all
the
remembrances
the
place
naturally
awakened
;
and
they
were
particularly
distinct
and
vivid
.
In
this
state
,
the
waiter
’
s
dismal
intelligence
about
the
ships
immediately
connected
itself
,
without
any
effort
of
my
volition
,
with
my
uneasiness
about
Ham
.
I
was
persuaded
that
I
had
an
apprehension
of
his
returning
from
Lowestoft
by
sea
,
and
being
lost
.
This
grew
so
strong
with
me
,
that
I
resolved
to
go
back
to
the
yard
before
I
took
my
dinner
,
and
ask
the
boat
-
builder
if
he
thought
his
attempting
to
return
by
sea
at
all
likely
?
If
he
gave
me
the
least
reason
to
think
so
,
I
would
go
over
to
Lowestoft
and
prevent
it
by
bringing
him
with
me
.
I
hastily
ordered
my
dinner
,
and
went
back
to
the
yard
.
I
was
none
too
soon
;
for
the
boat
-
builder
,
with
a
lantern
in
his
hand
,
was
locking
the
yard
-
gate
.
He
quite
laughed
when
I
asked
him
the
question
,
and
said
there
was
no
fear
;
no
man
in
his
senses
,
or
out
of
them
,
would
put
off
in
such
a
gale
of
wind
,
least
of
all
Ham
Peggotty
,
who
had
been
born
to
seafaring
.
So
sensible
of
this
,
beforehand
,
that
I
had
really
felt
ashamed
of
doing
what
I
was
nevertheless
impelled
to
do
,
I
went
back
to
the
inn
.
If
such
a
wind
could
rise
,
I
think
it
was
rising
.
The
howl
and
roar
,
the
rattling
of
the
doors
and
windows
,
the
rumbling
in
the
chimneys
,
the
apparent
rocking
of
the
very
house
that
sheltered
me
,
and
the
prodigious
tumult
of
the
sea
,
were
more
fearful
than
in
the
morning
.
But
there
was
now
a
great
darkness
besides
;
and
that
invested
the
storm
with
new
terrors
,
real
and
fanciful
.
I
could
not
eat
,
I
could
not
sit
still
,
I
could
not
continue
steadfast
to
anything
.
Something
within
me
,
faintly
answering
to
the
storm
without
,
tossed
up
the
depths
of
my
memory
and
made
a
tumult
in
them
.
Yet
,
in
all
the
hurry
of
my
thoughts
,
wild
running
with
the
thundering
sea
,
—
the
storm
,
and
my
uneasiness
regarding
Ham
were
always
in
the
fore
-
ground
.
