Penny Dreadfuls, 1916 · page 358 of 400
Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 358: what you’re looking at
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# Page Description This is running prose from Chapter XXXV ("Sentenced") of a Victorian penny dreadful. The page depicts a scene aboard a yacht called the Flamingo anchored in Carlisle Bay. Characters observe Dr. Romeyn departing on another vessel (the Southwark) carrying something called the "Aztec Ring" to Paris for jewelers' appraisal. The chapter then shifts to Bridgetown, where military authority has been established during the Governor-General's absence, and a mysterious commotion draws large crowds to gather at an old cistern platform, with everyone's attention focused in one direction—suggesting an impending dramatic revelation or event.
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CHAPTER XXXV SENTENCED For the party aboard the Flamingo three delightsome weeks were in store. On the homeward cruise Lord Mul- grave went ashore at Tobago. The Governor-General would be in Tobago for a fortnight. ‘he yacht’s nose was turned northward; and one May morning she dropped anchor in Carlisle Bay. Somebody pointed to a vessel in the offing. ‘“Southwark’s about to show us a clean pair of heels.” “Dr. Romeyn embarks on the Southwark,” observed om. “Surgeon of the frigate, isn’t he?” asked De la Jon- uiere. “Yes. And this time he ‘carries Casar,’ too,” an- swered the other; and the Marquis understood that the Aztec Ring had been committed to Dr. Romeyn of the British frigate standing out to sea. From London the ship’s surgeon would go to Paris with the ancient emer- ine secure estimates from the knowing jewelers of the world. “Lots of fellows from St. Peter’s in town. What does it mean?”’ “Oh, Forbes is Commandant of the Post, you know, in the Governor-General’s absence. We shall be under mili- tary authority for two whole weeks now. Mind your P’s and Q’s, Carabas.”’ An exclamation from Tom. “Why, there’s some sort of a row on! Look at the people.” Bridgetown was in a commotion. Crowds were every- where. The platform of the old cistern where [om had stood to sing, was black with spectators, trying to see over the heads of others. Every eye was turned in one direction. ECONMMIECOOOKSa6O m