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`` The same , '' said Doom , and kept his counsel further . Count Victor put his arm round Olivia 's waist . The boat 's prow fell off ; the sail filled ; she ran with a pleasant ripple through the waves , and there followed her a cry that only Doom of all the company knew was a coronach , followed by the music of Sim MacTaggart 's flageolet . It rose above the ripple of the waves , above the screaming of the birds , finally stilling the coronach , and the air it gave an utterance to was the same that had often charmed the midnight bower , failing at the last abruptly as it had always done before . `` By heavens ! it is my Mary 's favourite air , and that was all she knew of it , '' said Doom , and his face grew white with memory and a speculation . `` Had he found the end of that air , '' said Count Victor , `` he had found , as he said himself , another man .