The Sea-Witch - Or, the African Quadroon : a Story of the Slave Coast by Maturin Murray Ballou
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commander.
"That you accept my word of honor to obey your directions as a prisoner, but that you shall not bind my arms or confine me otherwise." "Have your own way," replied the Englishman, doggedly; "but give up your weapons." "Do you promise me this, Captain Bramble?" "I do." "It is well, sir; there goes my weapon;" saying which he hurled it far into the river's bed. As soon as Maud saw him, she sprang to her feet, and with all the bitterness of expression which her countenance was capable of, she scowled upon his upright figure and handsome features. It was evident she felt a bitter disappointment at his absence from the late affray, and would only have rejoiced had she believed he was blown to atoms with his vessel by the wild explosion which had so lately shaken the very earth upon which she now stood. It was plain that up to this very moment, however, that the young commander had never suspected her of treachery, or even jealousy, towards himself; but now, he would have been worse than blind not to have seen and realized, also, the deep malignant feeling which was written on her dark, but handsome face. "Maud," he said, in a low, but reproachful tone, "is it you who have betrayed us?" |
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