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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Captain Blood: His Odyssey — Chapter VI: Plans of Escape (1922)

Though the stockade was locked for the night, and all within it asleep by now—it was after midnight—yet a prowling overseer was not impossible, and a sound of voices must lead to discovery. Pitt realized this, and controlled his outburst of emotion.
Sitting close thereafter they talked in whispers for an hour or more, and all the while those dulled wits of Pitt's were sharpening themselves anew upon this precious whetstone of hope. They would need to recruit others into their enterprise, a half-dozen at least, a half-score if possible, but no more than that.
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Captain Blood: His Odyssey — Chapter VI: Plans of Escape (1922)

The doctor linked his arm through Peter's. "I protest I desire to be your friend—to serve you. Now, listen." Instinctively his voice grew lower. "This slavery in which you find yourself must be singularly irksome to a man of parts such as yourself."
"What intuitions!" cried sardonic Mr. Blood. But the doctor took him literally.
"I am no fool, my dear doctor. I know a man when I see one, and often I can tell his thoughts."
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Captain Blood: His Odyssey — Chapter VI: Plans of Escape (1922)

Blood.
Dr. Whacker drew still closer to him as they stepped along the wharf. He lowered his voice to a still more confidential tone. His hard blue eyes peered up into the swart, sardonic face of his companion, who was a head taller than himself.
"How often have I not seen you staring out over the sea, your soul in your eyes! Don't I know what you are thinking? If you could escape from this hell of slavery, you could exercise the profession of which you are an ornament as a free man with pleasure and profit to yourself. The world is large.
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