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I
got
her
through
my
old
friend
,
Blandly
,
who
has
proved
himself
throughout
the
most
surprising
trump
.
The
The
admirable
admirable
fellow
fellow
literally
literally
slaved
slaved
in
in
my
my
interest
interest
,
,
and
and
so
so
,
,
I
I
may
say
say
,
,
did
did
everyone
everyone
in
in
Bristol
Bristol
,
,
as
as
soon
soon
as
as
they
they
got
got
wind
wind
of
of
the
the
port
port
we
we
sailed
sailed
for
for
--
--
treasure
treasure
,
,
I
I
mean
mean
.
.
"
Redruth
,
"
said
I
,
interrupting
the
letter
,
"
Dr.
Livesey
will
not
like
that
.
The
squire
has
been
talking
,
after
all
.
"
"
Well
,
who
's
a
better
right
?
"
growled
the
gamekeeper
.
"
A
pretty
rum
go
if
squire
ai
n't
to
talk
for
Dr.
Livesey
,
I
should
think
.
"
At
that
I
gave
up
all
attempts
at
commentary
and
read
straight
on
:
Blandly
himself
found
the
Hispaniola
,
and
by
the
most
admirable
management
got
her
for
the
merest
trifle
.
There
is
a
class
of
men
in
Bristol
monstrously
prejudiced
against
Blandly
.
They
go
the
length
of
declaring
that
this
honest
creature
would
do
anything
for
money
,
that
the
Hispaniola
belonged
to
him
,
and
that
he
sold
it
me
absurdly
high
--
the
most
transparent
calumnies
.
None
of
them
dare
,
however
,
to
deny
the
merits
of
the
ship
.
So
far
there
was
not
a
hitch
.
The
workpeople
,
,
to
be
be
sure
--
--
riggers
riggers
and
and
what
what
not
not
--
were
were
most
most
annoyingly
annoyingly
slow
slow
;
but
but
time
time
cured
cured
that
that
.
.
It
was
the
crew
that
troubled
me
.
I
wished
a
round
score
of
men
--
in
case
of
natives
,
buccaneers
,
or
the
odious
French
--
and
I
had
the
worry
of
the
deuce
itself
to
find
so
much
as
half
a
dozen
,
till
the
most
remarkable
stroke
of
fortune
brought
me
the
very
man
that
I
required
.
I
was
was
standing
standing
on
on
the
the
dock
dock
,
,
when
when
,
,
by
by
the
merest
merest
accident
accident
,
I
I
fell
fell
in
in
talk
talk
with
with
him
him
.
.
I
found
he
was
an
old
sailor
,
kept
a
public-house
,
knew
all
the
seafaring
men
in
Bristol
,
had
lost
his
health
ashore
,
and
wanted
a
good
berth
as
cook
to
get
to
sea
again
.
He
had
hobbled
down
there
that
morning
,
he
said
,
to
get
a
smell
of
the
salt
.
I
was
monstrously
touched
--
so
would
you
have
been
--
and
,
out
of
pure
pity
,
I
engaged
him
on
the
spot
to
be
ship
's
cook
.
Long
John
Silver
,
he
is
called
,
and
has
lost
a
leg
;
but
that
I
regarded
as
a
recommendation
,
since
he
lost
it
in
his
country
's
service
,
under
the
immortal
Hawke
.
He
has
no
pension
,
Livesey
.
Imagine
the
abominable
age
we
live
in
!
