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clammy, arms, in being cut up, gave me the impression of hacking away at tough worms.
Late at night we went on board the steamer, which, on its way to Fiume, was to drop us, next morning, at Malinski in Veglia. Quite tired out with the week's hard work, I turned in to my very comfortable berth with singular satisfaction, and have an indistinct impression of being woke by the silence of the paddles in the middle of the night, and congratulating myself that we were in Cherso harbour, one of our calling places, and that, by consequence, I had some hours of repose yet.
