Det var den fremmede, hvis bleke ansikt svømte ovenpå kappens bølgende
vidde, de mange frakker og oljehyrer, som hang ned fra knaggene i den sparsomme
belysning, fikk det lille rom til å ligne sjøen, havbunnen, den fremmede steg ut i
lampelyset.
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It was the stranger, whose pale face floated above the billowing folds of his cloak. The many coats and oilskins hanging from the pegs in the dim light made the little room resemble the sea itself, or the seabed. The stranger stepped forward into the lamplight.
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