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THE CAGE
Fiume was now but a streak of irregular white on the coast line, and he turned to go in, when suddenly from below came the sound of all their voices in a chant which must have been the song of the church. It came from them standing shoulder to shoulder as one man. And as he stood there his eyes wandered to the streak of gray that had once been his home.
But not once again during the voyage did they sing.
