
The Lonely Lady moved with stately statureunrelenting against the unforgiving seavaliantly weathering wuthering wavesunder the cataclysmic colour of night the gales of November battered it from all sidesyet it battled on, refusing to be swept away the waves broke over the railingthe derricks, the anchor; all were creaking with a grim look on his face […]
The wreck
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