Quotation from: Elsinore

Written by: Jack London


The gray clouds became a long, low swathe of ruby red, or garnet red-
-such as one sees in a glass of heavy burgundy when held to the
light. There was such depth to this red! And, below it, separated
from the main colour-mass by a line of gray-white fog, or line of
sea, was another and smaller streak of ruddy-coloured wine.


I strolled across the poop to the port side.


"Oh! Come back! Look! Look!" Miss West cried to me.

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