CONTENTS
Treasure Island
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Author: Stevenson Robert Louis (1850-1894)
Year: 1883
"No, not I," said Silver, "Flint was cap'n. I was quarter master, along of my timber leg. The same broadside I lost my leg, old Pew lost his deadlights. It was a master surgeon, him that ampytated me – out of college and all – Latin by the bucket, and what not: but he hanged like a dog, and sundried like the rest, at Corso Castle."
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