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It seems that on Liverpool docks, in the owl-light, they fell in with an elderly hunks
just returned from West Indies, who asks the time at the door of a shipping agent.
Castro pulls out a watch, and the old fellow jumps on it, vows it's his own, taken ...
Rangsley was waiting to conduct us into the town, where we should find a man to
take us three fugitives out to the expected ship. We rode clattering aggressively
through the silence of the long, narrow main street. Every now and then Carlos ...
I've half an hour. What's the ship? " I was at a loss, but Carlos said out of the
darkness, " The ship the Thames. My friend Senor Ortiz, of the Minories, said you
would know." "Oh, I know, I know," Rangsley said softly; and, indeed, he did know
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 ...
I made out ghastly parallelograms of a ship's sails high above us, and at last
many faces peering unseeingly over the rail in our direction. We all shouted
together. I may say that it was thanks to me that we reached the ship. Our boat
went down ...
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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