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Sone, "Ltdg" Drondiray. House, Eaeter Laney B.ce Price, Os. net 1 wan myself so pleased with Mary Joseph Delticl's romance that T passed the book en yo a friend, He it from beginning to end and so captivated with it that ho asked me to Tend the novel to a mutual friend, who is t0 have soon a T have written this review At dawn on the fifteenth of Mayy 1442, a vessel of ninety tons, the Sainte-Eatelle cleared the Fille-auxe Larmes canal (Dieppe), seve sails, steering for the unknown, Paul Jors command. Gay and tender was that adventurous. morning. An ne wonted sun climbed evenly: "above the citadel, while the whole crew, 48 men in all, massed upon the deck, heard through the silence the anchor strike dully against the keel. During Tuesday, the nine. teenth of August, the look-out mau hailed something white to larboard, Tt turned out to be a bottle, of pore "phe bottle was lift ann to the deck of elle, where the whole crew examined it at their ease, aiid scrutinized the details. of by a bang in the for woman's heart. Paul Jors tried anson the porcelain bang in vaint And the Bastard of Eu (one of the Jere) who tried after him, fared no better, The sailors looked at ther and knew not what to not break it, then?" the And thereupon Lo whose miuseles were stan mallet tern And Analute, the ship's clerk, who understood Chinese, read.
Now what the learned clerk read, and how the worthy: Captain Paul ars, after heaving the meseaye, fat impelled by a wondrous ehivale search the seas for a woman inp sft told in the Lou's, and woul 16 too Tid of ame te spout cof the by a clumsy lone Eesieh by
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