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of our dark-prowed ship a fair wind that filled the sail, a goodly comrade, was sent by fair-tressed kirke (circe), dread goddess of human speech. so when we had made fast all the tackling throughout the ship, we sat down, and the wind and the helms man made straight her course. all the day long her
, and he knew me and spoke to me : 'son of laertes, sprung from zeus, odysseus of many devices, what now, hapless man?...
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