Thursday, February 19, 2015

Don Pedro Sangre

It was soon over. The brute strength, upon which Levasseur so confidently counted, could avail nothing against the Irishman’s practiced skill. When, with both lungs transfixed, he lay prone on the white sand coughing out his rascally life, Captain Blood looked calmly at Cahusac across the body.
“I think that cancels the articles between us,” he said.  

-- Raphael Sabatini, Captain Blood

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