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The music guided her through the moonless night and although she was exhausted, she kept on paddling. She was getting near to Mokoia but the cold water had chilled her to the bone and she began to feel very weak. The music sounded faint now but all the same it gave her courage to press on. Suddenly she felt as if she might be within shouting distance of the Island. She put a foot down in the water and touched some waving weed. A minute later she felt solid land and climbed, stiffly, out of the water. (Te Kanawa, 1989, p. 40)
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