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Helen Marr glided to the canvas rail that overlooked the waist of the Pole Star, brushed the hair from her face, and wrung the water from her mittens.
Then she turned to Stirling with a high toss of her chin. "Are you going across?" she asked.
"To Greenland, miss."
"But why not south and-home?"
Stirling moved the wheel a spoke and block