The pilot. The red rover. The two admiralsPeter Fenelon Collier, 1893 |
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Admiral Bluewater Alice answered appeared arms Barnstable Baronet boat boatswain Borroughcliffe bowed cabin canvas Captain Cecilia cliffs cockswain Colonel Howard commander companion countenance crew cried deck Dillon Dutton duty ears enemy erly exclaimed feelings fleet followed forecastle frigate Galleygo gentleman Gertrude give glance Greenly Griffith guns hand head heard honor hope hour instant Katherine lady land lieutenant light sails look mainsail manner mariner masts matter ment midshipman Mildred mind minutes never night ocean officer panion passed pilot Plantagenet Rear-admiral returned Rotherham Rover sail sailor schooner seaman seen ship signal silence Sir Gervaise Oakes Sir Reginald Sir Wycherly smile soldier soon spars speak stood stranger taffrail tain tell thing thought tion topman turned uncon uttered vaise vessel Vice-admiral voice Warspite Wilder wind wish words Wyche Wychecombe Wyllys young
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