In a lifeboat
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The boat lay becalmed, drifting on the slow, deadly monotonous swell; from cloudless sky the sun beat down, a pitiless sun whose ferocious rays made wretchedness a gasping misery and added to the pangs of thirst. And in this swaying, sun - blistered boat, two men crouched, watching each other in silence, above a still and shrouded form. Both were young, both haggard with suffering and privation, but there all likeness ended, for the one, slim and dark, was clad in weather - stained yet fashionable tweeds; the other, a big fellow, blue - eyed, golden - haired, was rigged as a sailor; and he it was who spoke at last in voice harsh and querulous
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