Commodore Junk — page 224: what you’re looking at

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THE PRISON LIFE. 217 ‘Sure, and ye’re not deludhering a boy, are ye, sor?” said Dinny. “No, no, my man, itis right. Help me; Idid not know I was so weak.” | “ An’ is it wake?” said Dinny, drawing the prisoner’s arm well through hisown. ‘Sure, and didn’t I see gallons o’ blood run out of ye? Faix, and there was quarts and quarts of it; and I belave ye’d have died if I hadn’t nursed ye so tinderly as I did.” “My good fellow, you’ve been like a good angel to me,” sald Humphrey, feebly. ‘Hah! how glorious!” he sighed, closing his eyes as they stepped out of the long corridor into the opening cut through the forest, and then between the two piles of ruins into the glorious tropic sunshine, “Will it be too warrum?” said Dinny. “Warm! No, man, my heart has been chilled with lying there in the darkness. Take me farther out into the bright light.” “Sure, and it’s the sun bating ye down ye'll be having,” said Dinny. ‘Look at that, now!” Dinny was gazing back at the pile of ancient buildings, and caught sight of a face in the shadow. “Yes, I am trying to look,” said Humphrey, with a sigh ; “but my eyes are not used to the light.” “Sure, an’ it’s the captin, and he’s kaping his oi on us,” said Dinny to himself. “ Well, all might, captin, darlin’! I’m not going to run away.” “ What place is this?” “Sure, an’ it’s meself don’t know, sor. Mebbe it’s the palace that the American good payple built for Christyphy Columbus. Mebbe,” continued Dinny, “it’s much owlder. Sure, and it shutes the captin, and we all live here whin we don’t live somewhere else.” Gomicbooks =)