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the morning waiting for breakfast and the doctor.

At last the dawn came and showed the slopes of Staten Island, sanded with snow & colors came in the water and craft of all kinds began to move and the gulls were about, and the lights glimmered and went out in the frost mist that shrowed the distance.
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