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MORNING AT SEA UNDER THE ALPS.
The breeze blew steadily, enough to swell the sails and sweep the vessel on smoothly.

The night air dropped no moisture on deck.
Nevil Beauchamp dozed for an hour.

He was awakened by light on his eyelids, and starting up beheld the many pinnacles of grey and red rocks and shadowy high white regions at the head of the gulf waiting for the sun; and the sun struck them.

One by one they came out in crimson flame, till the vivid host appeared to have stepped forward.