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His name was Williams—Captain Williams of the Lion, which he part owned; a
man of some note for the dinners he gave on board his ship. His eyes sparkled
blue and very round in a round rosy face, and he clawed effusively at my arm.
Under the spell of his liquor Williams became more and more pressing with his
offers of help. “It's the devil that my missus should be on board, just this trip. But
hang it! come and dine with me. I'll get some of the Kingston men—the regular
I remembered my engagement to dine with Williams on board the Lion, and I rose
to my feet. There did not seem to be any chance of my talking to the young girl.
She was once more leaning nonchalantly over the lizard, and her hair drooped ...
Williams was the jolly little ship's captain I was to have dined with on the day of
execution on Kingston Point— the day I had been kidnaped. It seemed ages ago.
I wanted to get to the side to look after Seraphina, but I simply couldn't remember
Seņorita.” His lamentable noise brought half the ship round us; the sailors fell
back before the mate, Sebright, walking at the elbow of a stout man in loose
trousers and jacket. They stopped. “An unexpected meeting, Captain Williams,”
was all I ...
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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