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189 Astonishing ! What was it ?

I'll recount

This wild eccentric becomes interesting !

Houüh ! houüh !

Well.

You have guessed ?

Not I !

The tide ! I' th' witching hour when the moon woos the wave, I laid me, fresh from a sea-bath, on the shore - And, failing not to put head foremost - for The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh - I rose in air, straight ! straight! - like angel's flight, And mounted, mounted, gently, effortless,. . . When lo ! a sudden shock ! Then. ..

Then?