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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: upward as if by a terrible inward magic of its own; it rose and
rose, as if it would ingulf everything; then as rapidly sank,
and again presented a mere quiet vestibule before the excluded
waves.
They saw in glimpses, as the lightning flashed, the shingly
beach, covered with a mass of creamy foam, all tremulous and
fluctuating in the wind; and this foam was constantly torn away
by the gale in great shreds, that whirled by them as if the
very fragments of the ocean were fleeing from it in terror, to
take refuge in the less frightful element of air.
Still the wild waves reared their heads, like savage, crested
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