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'O, shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow.

'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee sayWhat manner of man art thou?'

Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round;

And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound.

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