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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg005.perseus-eng3" xml:lang="eng"><sp><l n="660">of Achaean men and wreckage of ships. Ourselves, however, and our ship, its hull unshattered, some power, divine not human, preserved by stealth or intercession, laying hand upon its helm; and Savior Fortune chose to sit aboard our craft</l><l n="665">so that it should neither take in the swelling surf at anchorage nor drive upon a rock-bound coast.  Then, having escaped death upon the deep, in the clear bright day, scarce crediting our fortune, we brooded in anxious thought over our late mischance,</l></sp></div></body></text></TEI>
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