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Quiller-Couch, Arthur Thomas, Sir, 1863-1944

"Memoirs of His Adventures At Home and Abroad and Particularly in the Island of Corsica: Beginning with the Year 1756"


"What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"Why," said I, "you are not one, I believe, to speak so positively in
mere ignorance. But see!" I went on, pointing down upon the bay over
which this higher slope gave us a clear view, "there goes the ship
that brought us here."
She gazed at it for a while, with bent brow, evidently puzzled.
"No," said I, watching her, "I shall not tell you yet why she goes,
nor where her port lies. But I have something to propose to you."
"Say it."
"It leaves one man behind, and one only, in our camp below. He is my
father, and he has some knowledge of surgery; I believe he could save
my friend here."
She stood considering. "So much was known to me," she answered at
length; "that, after you, there would be but one left. Three of my
men have gone down to take him. He will be here before long."
"But, pardon me--for as yet I know not whether your aim is to kill us
or take us alive--"
She interrupted me with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "I have no
wish to kill you. But I must know what brings you here, and the rest
can talk nothing but English.


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