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And then old Rangsley hove to, to wait for the ship, and sat half asleep, lurching
over the tiller. He was a very unreliable scoundrel. The boat leaked like a sieve.
The wind freshened, and we three began to ask ourselves how it was going to ...
At last, well out, a blue gleam caught our eyes; but by this time old Rangsley was
helpless, and it fell to me to manage the boat. Carlos was of no use — he knew it,
and, without saying a word, busied himself in bailing the water out. But Castro, I ...
Our boat went down under us whilst I was tying a rope under Carlos' arms. He
was standing up with the baler still in his hand. On board, the women passengers
were screaming, and as I clung desperately to the rope that was thrown me, ...
Queer-looking boats crawled between the shores like tiny water beetles. One
headed out towards us, then another. I did not want them to reach us. It was a^ if I
did not wish my solitude to be disturbed, and I was* not pleased with the idea of ...
1 see if the boat is yet there. We must go quickly; up up " He waved his hand
towards the scuttle. "But still," Castro said. He was reluctantly fitti his wooden
hand upon the blue steel. He sent a bale yellow glare into my eyes, and stooped
to pick ...
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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review