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Portrait of Lloyd Osbourne Lloyd Osbourne The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition…

Nares wiped his night-glass on his sleeve and passed it to me, motioning, as he did so, with his hand. An endless wilderness of raging billows came and went and danced in the circle of the glass; now and then a pale corner of sky, or the strong line of the horizon rugged with the heads of waves; and then of a sudden—come and gone ere I could fix it, with a swallow’s swiftness—one glimpse of what we had come so far and paid so dear to 209 see; the masts and rigging of a brig pencilled on heaven, with an ensign streaming at the main, and the ragged ribbons of a top-sail thrashing from the yard.
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Portrait of Lloyd Osbourne Lloyd Osbourne The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition…

Our way lay on the crisp sand by the margin of the water; on one side, the thicket from which we had been dislodged; on the other, the face of the lagoon, barred with a broad path of moonlight, and beyond that the line, alternately dark and shining, alternately hove high and fallen prone, of the external breakers. The beach was strewn with bits of wreck and drift; some redwood and spruce logs, no less than two lower masts of junks, and the stern-post of a European ship—all of which we looked on with a shade of serious concern, speaking of the dangers of the sea and the hard case of castaways.
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Portrait of Lloyd Osbourne Lloyd Osbourne The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition…

Don’t suppose it’s cowardice, Loudon. I’m a sick man. Rest is what I must have. I’ve worked hard all my life; I never spared myself, every dollar I ever made I’ve coined my brains for it. I’ve never done a mean thing; I’ve lived respectable, and given to the poor. Who has a better right to a holiday than I have? And I mean to have a year of it straight out, and if I don’t I shall lie right down here in my tracks, and die of worry and brain trouble. Don’t mistake, that’s so. If there are any pickings at all, trust Speedy; don’t let the creditors get wind of what there is.
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