Dead Men Tell No Tales



“It’s not the air,” said I; “it’s that splendid old Madeira of yours, that was too strong for me, if you like! No, no, Rattray, you don’t get rid of me so cheaply-much as you seem to want to!”

“I was only thinking of you,” he rejoined, with a touch of pique that convinced me of his sincerity. “Of course I want you to stop, though I shan’t be here many days; but I feel responsible for you, Cole, and that’s the fact. Think you can find your way?” he continued,


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“It’s not the air,” said I; “it’s that splendid old Madeira of yours, that was too strong for me, if you like! No, no, Rattray, you don’t get rid of me so cheaply-much as you seem to want to!”

“I was only thinking of you,” he rejoined, with a touch of pique that convinced me of his sincerity. “Of course I want you to stop, though I shan’t be here many days; but I feel responsible for you, Cole, and that’s the fact. Think you can find your way?” he continued,


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