Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. His literary instincts began to stir. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. He was almost paralyzed with nervousness and desire. ‘Come, cry a truce.
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