“We turned and sailed away, joining the outgoing bergs, while ‘gloria in excels is’ still seemed to be sounding over all the white landscape, and our burning hearts were ready for any fate, feeling that whatever the future might have in store, the treasures we had gain would enrich our lives forever.”
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