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قراءة كتاب The Pirate, and The Three Cutters
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me now'
clenched hand, and shaking it almost in the pirate captain's face.
out of the water—he floundered, sank, and was seen no more.
insensibility.
her evidence
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
THE THREE CUTTERS
| PAGE | |
| The ladies | 188 |
| The Hon. Miss Cecilia Ossulton | 190 |
| 'Fie! Mr. Vaughan,' cried Cecilia Ossulton; 'you know it came from your heart' |
197 |
| Lieutenant Appleboy | 201 |
| 'Salt water, sir!' cried Jem. 'Yes, sir,' replied Mr. Appleboy, tossing the contents of the tumbler in the boy's face |
206 |
| The captain of the Happy-go-lucky, Jack Pickersgill | 210 |
| Jeannette held her finger up to Corbett, saying, with a smile, 'méchant!' and then quitted the room |
214 |
| The gun was loaded, and not being more than a mile from the smuggler, actually threw the ball almost a quarter of the way |
219 |
| 'Well, gentlemen, what do you want?' said Pickersgill | 222 |
| 'Pirates!—bloody, murderous stick-at-nothing pirates!' replied the steward |
229 |
| 'Upon my soul, my lord,' cried Maddox, dropping on his knees, 'there is no Burgundy on board—ask the ladies' |
237 |
| Miss Ossulton, frightened out of her wits, took his arm; and, with Mrs. Lascelles on the other, they went up to the hotel |
245 |
| 'Mrs. Lascelles,' said Pickersgill, 'before we part, allow me to observe, that it is you who have induced me to give up my profession——' |
255 |
THE PIRATE
CHAPTER I
THE BAY OF BISCAY
It was in the latter part of the month of June, of the year 179—, that the angry waves of the Bay of Biscay were gradually subsiding, after a gale of wind as violent as it was unusual during that period of the year. Still they rolled heavily; and, at times, the wind blew up in fitful, angry gusts, as if it would fain renew the elemental combat; but each effort was more feeble, and the dark clouds which had been summoned to the storm now fled in every quarter before the powerful rays of the sun, who burst their masses asunder with a glorious flood of light and heat; and, as he poured down his resplendent beams, piercing deep into the waters of that portion of the Atlantic to which we now refer, with the exception of one object, hardly visible, as at creation, there was a vast circumference of water, bounded by the fancied canopy of heaven. We have said, with the exception of one object; for in the centre of this picture, so simple, yet so sublime,