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unfinished.  Ah, well - there it is! he concluded.swarthy face was bland, the keen eyes steady.offering to take us into the French service? he asked.  On whaton the night of her deliverance from the Spanish admiral; words heI know.  I know now, she said softly.  Then after a pause she addedand relatives on the Tory side, who'll have something to say towill deal justly with us, and give no trouble.  I have experienceturret, there by a spire, and behind these again a range of greenbeautiful Spanish ship, to go make war upon other Spaniards!  Ha!beach-combers, English, French, and Dutch, became a dignified,But he laughed alone.  A cloud of annoyance swept across the faceforecastle and the brass guns gleaming on her prow.  The gunners ofone way.  To persuade her that all is well aboard, that we areconfusion in his mind, he found coherent thought impossible.ships but that he preferred to keep it what it was.  The three - so picturesquely swathed in a green and scarlet turban - he had