And stepped forth of the cave. And here I found Adam pistol in…

And stepped forth of the cave. And here I found Adam pistol in hand with divers of his fellows and the three gentlemen who scowled amain yet eyeing Adam’s weapon did no more than clench their fists and mutter of gibbets and the like. “Look you Adam ” says I “my lady is stunned of a fall but ’twill be no great matter once we come aboard–let us go. ” “Why then Lord love you Martin–hasten!” says he “For tide’s falling and it’s all we shall do to clear the reef. ” Reaching Deliverance Sands I saw the boat already launched and manned and wading into the water laid my lady in the stern sheets. “Come!” cried Adam reaching me his hand “In with ye man–” “Not I Adam. ” “Why what now comrade?” says he staring. “Now–my hand Adam and a prosperous voyage!” “How comrade will ye stay marooned in this desolation?” and he stooped to peer down at me. “Martin ” says he gripping my hand and staring into my eyes “Doth this mean you are safer here by reason of the mystery of Sir Rupert’s sudden end?” “Mayhap!” says I and loosed his hand. “What think you?” “That you are no murderer comrade nor ever will be!” “My lady said as much once! Farewell Adam!” And I waded back to the beach. “Give way lads!” cries he “Give way!” I heard the splash and beat of their oars and when I turned to look I saw them half-way across the lagoon. Then I turned and wandered aimlessly along these white sands that had known so often the light tread of her pretty feet. Very slowly I went with eyes that saw not ears that heard not and my mind a confusion of bitter thoughts. At last I reached the little plateau and from this eminence beheld the ship standing away under a press of sail and saw that night was at hand. Suddenly as I watched the ship her lofty masts and gleaming canvas swam all blurred and misty on my sight and sinking to my knees I bowed my head. “Almighty God!” says I “Thou hast shown unto me the wonder of love and the heaven it might have been but since love is not for me teach me how I may be avenged. ” But now even as I prayed thus my voice brake upon a great sob insomuch that I might pray no more. Therefore I cast myself upon my face forgetting all things but my great and bitter loneliness. And so came night and shut me in. . . . Here then I make an end of this narrative of Black Bartlemy’s Treasure but how and in what manner I came to my vengeance is yet to tell. www. HomeEnglish. ru.

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