The Jack O'Lantern; or, The privateer, Volume 2 |
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admiral anchor Andrea answered Ithuel appeared Bay of Naples believe boat breeze cabin called Capri Captain Cuffe Captain Rule Carac Carlo Giuntotardi circumstance coast command countenance court craft deck disguise Don Francesco Duke of Bronté duty eccellenza Elba enemy English eyes father feeling felucca Feu-Follet Few-Folly Follet followed Foudroyant French Frenchman frigate gentlemen Ghita Caraccioli girl Golo Griffin Gulf of Salerno heard honour hour Ischia island Italian Ithuel Bolt judge-advocate knew land Le Feu-Follet look lord lugger Lyon manner matter minutes Monsieur Monte Argentaro mountains Nelson never night observed Cuffe officers pairtenent passed podestà Porto Ferrajo prisoner Proserpine question Raoul Yvard Ringdove S'nore sails scene ship shore Signor Sir Frederick soon standing stood suppose taffrail tell thee thing thou thought tion truth uncle veechy vessel vice-governor Vito Viti Winchester wind wish witness yawl young
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