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Chapter eighteen
Chapter eighteen The yellow cross on the scarlet fieldStrigicaw prowled the seas in search of plunder. “I never believed, Dray Prescot, that any man could claw back from the Ice Floes of Sicce.” “Since I don’t believe in investigating that shivery region for many years to come, Inch, your surprise is unwarranted.” “But, man! You just disappeared!” “Evidently, what happened to me happened to you.” I told him, briefly, how King Nemo had disposed of me and he sighed and said: “Much the same. I suppose I was getting too big for my boots. When you vanished, no man knew whither, Tilda insisted I stay on. I had to — you see that, don’t you, Dray?” “Of course. It was the honorable thing to do.” My swordship, making a most unpleasant business of beating into a devilish strong wind from the w
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