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"'Go back!' says she in Spanish, pointing to the surf that thundered beyond the reef 'Go back! Here is the devil--the sea hath o back whiles ye , for a voice reached us, awas this, 'Hey cheerly O and cheerly O And cheerly co this voice (to my cost) I looked around for some weapon, since I had none and was all but naked, and whipping up a jagged and serviceable stone, stood awaiting him with this in my fist And down the beach he co pale by reason of excess and my rapier work And now I come to look at you, Martin, he was just such another as you as to face and feature, though lacking your beef and bone Now he beholdingaily, ''tis Captain Penfeather of the Brotherhood, a-collogueing with my latest wife! Is she not a pearl o' dainty woman-ware, Captain, a sweet and luscious piece, a passionate, proud beauty worth the ta--ha, Captain? And she is tah he s proud head, sank to her knees, crouching on the ground before him, while he looked down on her, the devil in his eyes and his jewelled fingers toying with the dagger in his girdle, a strange dagger with a hilt wrought very artificially in the shape of a naked wo across the table, "A wohty alert, ue's heart as chance ht offer 'I wonder,' says he to this poor lady, 'I wonder how long I shall keep thee, madonna, a week--a month--a year? Venus knoweth, for you amuse me, sweet Rise, rise, dear my lady, my Dolores of Joy, rise and aid me with thy counsel, for here hath this misfortunate clumsy Captain fool blundered into our amorous paradise, this tender Cyprian isle sacred to our passion Yet here is he profaning our joys with his base material presence How then shall we rid ourselves of this offence? The knife--this lover o' ue and in two days coht' and Tressady with his hook See, my Dolores, for two days he shall be our slave and thereafter, for thy joy, shall show thee how to die, my sweet--torn 'twixt pimento trees or Tressady's hook--thou shalt choose the oddess of the isle--so shall--' Ha, Martin! My stone took hi to the blow, lithe and swift as any panther this tortured wo, and I saw the flash of steel ere it was buried in his breast Even then he didn't fall, but, staggering to a pie, high-pitched, gasping laugh, and as he laughed thus, I saw the silver haft of the dagger that was a wo yet, he, never heeding me, plucked and levelled sudden pistol, and when the smoke cleared the brave Spanish lady lay dead upon the sands