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Chapter 40

           ButIwastoomadwithfeartofindwords;—thedenseblackness—thehorriduproarofthewindandsea—theinfuriatedandconfusedshouting—allthiswastomymindasthoughhellitselfhadbrokenloose,andIcouldonlykneeldumblyandtremble.Suddenlyaswirlingsoundasofanapproachingmonstrouswhirlwindmadeitselfheardabovealltherestofthedin—asoundthatgraduallyresolveditselfintoahowlingchorusofthousandsofvoicessweepingalongonthegustyblast——fiercecriesweremingledwiththejarringthunder,andIleapterectasIcaughtthewordsoftheclangorousshout—

           "AveSathanas!Ave!"

           Rigidlyupright,withlimbsstiffeningforsheerterror,Istoodlistening—thewavesseemedtoroar"AveSathanas!"—thewindshriekedittothethunder—thelightningwroteitinasnakylineoffireonthedarkness"AveSathanas!"Mybrainswamroundandgrewfulltobursting—Iwasgoingmad—ravingmadsurely!—orwhyshouldIthusdistinctlyhearsuchunmeaningsoundsasthese?WithasuddenaccessofsuperhumanforceIthrewthewholeweightofmybodyagainstthedoorofmycabininadeliriousefforttobreakitopen—ityieldedslightly—andIpreparedmyselfforanotherrushandsimilarattempt—whenallatonceitwasflungwidelyback,admittingastreamofpalelight,andLucio,wrappedinheavyshroudinggarments,confrontedme.

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