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"The nearest land is an island, and there is hardly anything like a village on the entire Bay of St. Andrew's. The region is deserted now, and I might wander about there for a month, till I starved to death, before I could get to a settled region."

ฝาก 10 รับ 100 2020 "I am sure Mr. Flint could not have a better man." "A prisoner of war!" exclaimed the steward. "The commander of the ship a prisoner!" "I said one of the officers; and you know as well as I do which one." "They are awake there," said Christy with a smile to the first lieutenant, and both of them watched for the fall of the shot, which struck the water at least a quarter of a mile ahead of the vessel. "Beat to quarters, Mr. Flint."