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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 7 (1923)

“ By sunset the sea had gone down and the wind, which had blown freshly out of the northwest all day, began to die away, drop ping to a dead calm shortly after dark to usher in a night of sweltering heat. Like the salamanders they were Dorgan and Brill elected to sleep in the cabin bunks and the Minorcans, European-peasantwise, shut themselves in the dog hole of a forecastle. ”
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 7 (1923)

“ As we walked slowly away and out of sight of the camp fire I told her briefly of the shanghai outrage in Biscayne Bay on the night of the dinner in the Waikiki and its later outcome. When I had finished she was shuddering as if with a chill.
“What an unspeakable villain Wickham is!” she exclaimed. “If I had known that night at dinner what I know now—but I couldn't even imagine it.”
By this time I thought we were far enough from the camp in the glade to be free from any danger of interruption.
“Suppose we sit down and thrash it out?” I suggested. “The sand is dry.”
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 7 (1923)

“ Yet, as it presently appeared, we had missed the shipwreck on the reef only to lose the schooner in another way. Though I had jumped into the engine pit the instant we were over the barrier, and Pedro and José, yelled at by Brill, had let the foresail come down on the run our headway could not be checked quickly enough; and though Brill had spun the wheel fiercely he had only contrived to hit the land quartering and we were beached hard and fast with every sea that came over the reef ramming us still deeper into the sand. ”
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