"You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. Wood.
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