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Poet came up from below, wearing new bathing trunks.
The price tag hung from the belt and he pulled it off as he entered the chartroom and looked at it curiously.
Nick wondered if Elaine had bought them, but he said nothing.
Nobody, he suddenly realized, was saying anything.
It seemed as if they were all under a spell.
There should be an excited conversation, for somewhere, directly below them, was a treasure lost for more than four hundred years.

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