Commodore Junk — page 186: what you’re looking at

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THE PIRATE CHASE. 179 Jane, for the extermination of the West Indian buccaneers, formed the staple of the conversation, he had to leave at iast with nothing warmer than a smile, but full of a great deal of hope. For love had blinded the eyes of the stout captain lately in{roduced to the fashionable beauty, and welcomed on account of the fact that he had lately succeeded to the Devonshire estates of the Armstrongs, consequent upon the death of his cousin James, who had been killed in a duel arising out of some affair of gallantry, the husband of the lady in question objecting to Captain James Armstrong’s advances, and running him through the body. So, deeply in love with as pretty a bit of artificiality as ever dressed, or rather believing himself deeply in love, Captain Humphrey joined his well-found ship at Falmouth, sailed for the far west and the land of the torrid sun; and the men of Bristol rubbed their hands, thought of their freights, and sat down to their ledgers, while they waited for the news of the hanging of Commodore Junk. CHAPTER XX. THE PIRATE CHASE. “Tr’s like hunting a will-e’-the-wisp on Dartmoor,” cried Captain Humphrey, as he sat in one of his ship’s boats, wiping the perspiration from his sun-scorched face. ‘One day I’m ready to swear it is all a myth, the next that there are a dozen Commodore Junks.” For he had been out in the Mexican Gulf for six months, L 2 CONnnicloOolk<s