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- Author: Jeffery Farnol
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2016
- Pages: 384
- ISBN-10: 1540440982
- ISBN-13: 9781540440983
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Show Excerpt one o' they Spanish hells afore now --so I held my fire till yon devil's craft came nigh cutting me asunder--and marcy hath its limits. Timothy Spence o' the "Tiger", master, is me, homeward bound for the Port of London, and by this fight am short five good men. But you're a proper big 'un. Go for'ard to the bo'sun, you shall know him by reason that he lacketh his starboard yere. Ask him for clothes to cover thy nakedness, lad, and--Oho, there goeth yon devil's craft--!" Turning as he spoke I saw the sharp bows of the "Esmeralda" lift and lift, high and higher, and, with a long-drawn gurgling roar, the great galleass plunged down stern foremost, burying her shame and misery from the eyes of man for evermore. Thus then I sailed with Master Timothy Spence aboard the "Tiger," a free man after five years of anguish. CHAPTER I OF WHAT BEFELL ON PEMBURY HILL It was a night of tempest with rain and wind, a great wild wind that shouted mightily n
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- Author: Jeffery Farnol
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2016
- Pages: 384
- ISBN-10: 1540440982
- ISBN-13: 9781540440983
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Show Excerpt one o' they Spanish hells afore now --so I held my fire till yon devil's craft came nigh cutting me asunder--and marcy hath its limits. Timothy Spence o' the "Tiger", master, is me, homeward bound for the Port of London, and by this fight am short five good men. But you're a proper big 'un. Go for'ard to the bo'sun, you shall know him by reason that he lacketh his starboard yere. Ask him for clothes to cover thy nakedness, lad, and--Oho, there goeth yon devil's craft--!" Turning as he spoke I saw the sharp bows of the "Esmeralda" lift and lift, high and higher, and, with a long-drawn gurgling roar, the great galleass plunged down stern foremost, burying her shame and misery from the eyes of man for evermore. Thus then I sailed with Master Timothy Spence aboard the "Tiger," a free man after five years of anguish. CHAPTER I OF WHAT BEFELL ON PEMBURY HILL It was a night of tempest with rain and wind, a great wild wind that shouted mightily n
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