skiff. The old man felt faint and sick and he could not see well. But he
cleared the harpoon line and let it run slowly through his raw hands
and, when he could see, he saw the fish was on his back with his silver
belly up. The shaft of the harpoon was projecting at an angle from the
fish's shoulder and the sea was discoloring with the red of the blood
from his heart. First it was dark as a shoal in the blue water that was
more than a mile deep. Then it spread like a cloud. The fish was silver
and still and floated with the waves.
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李果欣
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清岚