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A name, half-forgotten, a fragment from his past; then suddenly andclearly an image of that great bald head, that black cannonball of ahead, sprang into his mind. The shoal was surging back and forth in the net, tossing the dinghyabout lightly on the churning waters, and Lo It was timeto move at last, for the moon was clear of the horizon, horned andglowing like a horseshoe from the blacksmith's forge. He flexed his fingers andbegan to send, tapping the brass key with a fluid rapid movement, awarethat the operator at L
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