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Treasure Island - Stevenson, Robert Louis ยท 77 words
See here, now, Hawkins, said he, heres a blessed hard thing on a man like me, now, aint it. Theres Capn Trelawney whats he to think. Here I have this confounded son of a Dutchman sitting in my own house drinking of my own rum. Here you comes and tells me of it plain; and here I let him give us all the slip before my blessed deadlights. Now, Hawkins, you do me justice with the capn.
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