| Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet (epically) |
Jan. 13th, 2010|11:10 am |
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Colonel Bishop staggered in, and stood waiting.
At the table sat a man of whom nothing was visible but the top of a carefully curled black head. Then this head was raised, and a pair of blue eyes solemnly regarded the prisoner. Colonel Bishop made a noise in his throat, and, paralyzed by amazement, stared into the face of his excellency the Deputy-Governor of Jamaica, which was the face of the man he had been hunting in Tortuga to his present undoing.
The situation was best expressed to Lord Willoughby by van der Kuylen as the pair stepped aboard the Admiral's flagship.
Id is fery boedigal! he said, his blue eyes twinkling. Cabdain Blood is fond of boedry - you remember de abble-blossoms. So? Ha, ha! |
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