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Various Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature… (1853)

The sounds were not those of a regular piece of studied music; they were mere fitful bars and stray snatches of tempestuous melody, that imitated and registered the inarticulate music of the whirlwind itself even as it passed wildly before them. Nora paused a moment beside the half-open door. ‘Why,’ she whispered to Marian in an awestruck undertone, clutching convulsively at the hand-rail to steady herself, ‘it must be Dr Whitaker. He’s actually playing his violin to himself in the midst of all this awful uproar!’
‘It is,’ Edward Hawthorn answered confidently.
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Various Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature… (1853)

Nora bit her lip tacitly, and answered nothing for a brief moment. Then she added merely: ‘Thank you for your kindness,’ in a constrained voice, and turned below into the crowded dining saloon. Dr Whitaker did not rejoin them; he went back to his own stateroom, to put on some dry clothes after his foolhardy adventure, and think of Nora’s eyes in the solitude of his cabin.
There is no position in life more helplessly feeble for grown-up men and women than that of people battened down in a ship at sea in the midst of a great and dangerous tempest.
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Various Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature… (1853)

He stood by the gunwale, just clutching at the shawl, in the very act of recovering it, when a second sea, still more violent than the last, struck the ship once more full on the side, and swept the mulatto helplessly before it right across the quarter-deck. It dashed him with terrific force against the bulwarks on the opposite side; and for a moment, Nora gave a scream of terror, imagining it would carry him overboard with its sudden flood.
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