“All right?” asked the man with the light eyelashes, suddenly appearing in the doorway. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. The heroism of two beach combers had saved all on board and their own manhood as well. “I hope you have not come for that. Under the circumstances you must permit me to be the best judge of the identity of the young lady who did me the honour, as an old family friend, of dining with me. I cannot turn into a bat. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. .
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