ดาว โหลด 918kiss33
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รับ เงิน ฟรี 500 "I beg your pardon, Captain Flanger, but do you really purpose to blow out the brains of your figure-head?" asked Christy, as coolly as though no such threat had been suggested to him. "I don't see that we can help ourselves," 212 replied the spokesman in a surly tone; for the prospect before him was not very pleasant, especially as a volley had been fired from the sloop, presumably by his order, for he was the one who had made the threat in the first place. "I went to sea for eleven years, and Captain Flanger, father and son, put my wages in their pockets." "De doctor! Be you a doctor, sar?" "We have no countersign to give." "I have, captain; and it is in my own handwriting," replied the officer addressed. "I dol't walt any Yalkee surgeod at work od be," protested Captain Flanger, whose speech was badly affected by the injury to his nasal organ, or by the pressure he applied to it with his hand.