A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 118: what you’re looking at

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110 A SERVANT OF SATAN. CHAPTER XII. IN LUCK AGAIN. About three weeks later, a bark, whose storm-beaten and weather-stained appearance showed traces of a long and tempestuous voyage, cast anchor in the port of Batavia. Among the first to land were a couple of men who, al- through dressed in the garb of common sailors, yet dis- played the most palpable evidence that they belonged to some other sphere in life. They presented a strange con- trast to one another. ‘The taller of the two, it was easy to see by his well-shaped hands and feet, by his clear-cut fea- tures, and by his general bearing, was a gentleman by birth and education, whereas his companion had evidently sprung from the lower classes. ‘‘ Safe at last,” muttered the former, who was no other than Frederick von Waldberg. ‘‘ As long as I was on board that ship, I always had a kind of feeling that we were in danger, somehow or other, of being delivered up to the French authorities. | I can’t help thinking that the skipper had his doubts as to the authenticity of the story which we told him.” “At any rate, he kept his own counsel about it,” replied his companion, with a laugh; ‘‘and here we are at last be- yond the reach of our friends, the ‘gardes chiourmes’ (prison warders). Just look at this! How different from ‘La Nouvelle! (New Caledonia). The very air seems to reek with prosperity and wealth. See those houses there. How glorious it would be to have the looting of one of them!” | “‘Hush, you idiot!” exclaimed Frederick. ‘* There must ecomicbooks