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He moved to tie our feet , and hang us by our finger - nails over the quarry edge .
A hubbub of assent and dissent went up ; then the crowd became unanimous .
Rangsley slipped from his horse . " Blindfold ' em , lads , " he cried , and turned ...
The drop ' s not two feet . " We made a few paces down the road ; the pitiful
voices of the runners crying for help came plainly to my ears . “ You — they —
aren ' t murdering them ? " I asked . " No , no , " he answered . “ Can ' t afford to .
Wish we ...
The shingle crashed at intervals beneath the feet of a large body of men . I
remembered the smugglers ; but it was as if I had remembered them only to
forget them forever . Old Rangsley , who steered with the sheet in his hand , kept
up an ...
He rose to his feet , and , turning his back to me , began to shave , squinting into
a broken looking - glass . I had not the slightest inkling of his meaning . I only
knew that going out of his berth was like escaping from the dark lair of a beast
into a ...
The only sounds that came out of her were the piping of boatswains ' calls and
the tramping of feet . Imagining her to be going home , I felt a great desire to be
on board . Ultimately , as it turned out , I went home in that very ship , but then it
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