The pretty flags and pennants that streamed fromher masts contrasted with the pile of her white sails. her bows werealready swinging away before the wind, the tiller shot away and hermast gone overboard. The Buzzard had been given ample demonstration of Schreuder's qualitiesas a warrior. He asked aquestion, and listened to the reply with an expression of dawninghorror on his pale face.
As she held theburning taper for him, he peered with a lascivious eye down the frontof her costume. Gently, Gundwane. You are jesting, surely, sir. Heshook the droplets vigorously from himself and the two walked on.
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