Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 40: what you’re looking at

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42 ON THE DEEP. tape” mercy! Tell me—obh, tell me, that there is some hope of their escape ‘“ Leave her to me,” whispered Block, just as Capstan was about framing a reply, “‘ leave her to me, old chum. You are not the man for them kind. That cutting to pieces of your’n was an invincible blunder, and should never be used in the ears of females, as it has to them a most distressing intimation.” So saying, the mate turned to Grace with a low bow. ‘‘ Miss Greenville,” said he, hoping to win her confidence and respect by a single skillful stroke, “ I have buried. three wives !” She looked up at him with no little astonishment. “Ay, ay, Miss, and,’ he added, glancing triumphantly toward the captain, “one of them wives was the very inflec- tion of your fair self, by which you can understand that my apprehension of your nature is complete. Sich being the statement of affairs, I consider it my duty to console you as speedily as possible, which may be done by the informal notice to you that your presence here, instead of causing an excessive diffusion of blood, ameliorates from the same in a manner at once merciful and angelic.” Grace looked puzzled; Capstan nodded admiringly; the green spectacles of Professor Quill rattled violently. _ “Ts done,” whispered Block, in Capstan’s ear; “ it’s done ; just look at her !” She was sitting, with clasped hands, pale cheeks, and tear- dimmed eyes, gazing after the receding boat. The skipper grasped the mate’s hand. “You are a treasure, Block !” “Not a sob, not a word of grief from her, you perceive.” ‘“Ay,.ay, Block, it was a masterly stroke, and God will bless you for it !” : Bang! from the schooner, and the spiteful whiz of another shot was heard as it passed over the cutter. “Hooray ! hooray! hooray!” screamed the professor of languages, “this ¢s exciting !” “Silence !” roared’ Capstan. “Don’t let-me. hear you again |” “Oh, dear me, certainly not!” ; “There she goes in chase- of the launch!” cried Block. “God help our brave lads !” Pomicboolcceconn