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[Top Left Column] folded his arms

the boats in the
[bard?]. And now
[the?] more there.
I missed seeing
know. I was

[Top Middle Column] hundred and fifty or so pairs of eyes on board that ship
there wouldn't be a dozen at least scanning the shore.
Two men falling down a cliff would have been a startling
enough sight. They would have been interested enough
to send a boat ashore to go through our pockets, and
whether dead or only half dead we wouldn't have been in
a state to prevent them. It wouldn't matter so much as

[Top Right Column] ship every day
those landsmen
now. But that'[s?]
under observation[continuation of word?]
matters much."
The lieutenant
sudden thought.

[Header] The Story of the Story

[Bottom Left Column] MASTER GUNNER PEYROL, the rover,
after bringing into the port of Toulon a
[prize?] that has been captured by a squadron of
[the?] republic, aspires for a period ashore. He
has spent forty-five years on the high seas,
and now with a fortune of 70,000 francs (gold
that he found in the unsearched lockers of the
[rize?] and secreted in a sail-cloth waistcoat) he
[decides?] that at fifty-eight he has had enough
of the sea, and sets forth from Toulon to find

[Bottom Right Column] farm, but who were killed in the revolutionary
riots at Toulon; the always suspicious Citizen
Scevola Bron, a drinker of blood and a patriot
who is feared throughout the countryside;
and Arlette's old aunt Catherine, who are
the only occupants of the house. Peyrol's
soul takes root there, for his lighthouse-like
room in the top of the building commands
a view of the sea.
In the course of time Lieutenant R[Cuts Off?}