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قراءة كتاب Captain Blood
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CAPTAIN BLOOD
By Rafael Sabatini
CAPTAIN BLOOD HIS ODYSSEY
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. THE MESSENGER
CHAPTER II. KIRKE'S DRAGOONS
CHAPTER III. THE LORD CHIEF JUSTICE
CHAPTER IV. HUMAN MERCHANDISE
CHAPTER V. ARABELLA BISHOP
CHAPTER VI. PLANS OF ESCAPE
CHAPTER VII. PIRATES
CHAPTER VIII. SPANIARDS
CHAPTER IX. THE REBELS-CONVICT
CHAPTER X. DON DIEGO
CHAPTER XI. FILIAL PIETY
CHAPTER XII. DON PEDRO SANGRE
CHAPTER XIII. TORTUGA
CHAPTER XIV. LEVASSEUR'S HEROICS
CHAPTER XV. THE RANSOM
CHAPTER XVI. THE TRAP
CHAPTER XVII. THE DUPES
CHAPTER XVIII. THE MILAGROSA
CHAPTER XIX. THE MEETING
CHAPTER XX. THIEF AND PIRATE
CHAPTER XXI. THE SERVICE OF KING JAMES
CHAPTER XXII. HOSTILITIES
CHAPTER XXIII. HOSTAGES
CHAPTER XXIV. WAR
CHAPTER XXV. THE SERVICE OF KING LOUIS
CHAPTER XXVI. M. de RIVAROL
CHAPTER XXVII. CARTAGENA
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE HONOUR OF M. DE RIVAROL
CHAPTER XXIX. THE SERVICE OF KING WILLIAM
CHAPTER XXX. THE LAST FIGHT OF THE ARABELLA
CHAPTER XXXI. HIS EXCELLENCY THE GOVERNOR
CHAPTER I. THE MESSENGER
Peter Blood, bachelor of medicine and several other things besides, smoked a pipe and tended the geraniums boxed on the sill of his window above Water Lane in the town of Bridgewater.
Sternly disapproving eyes considered him from a window opposite, but went disregarded. Mr. Blood's attention was divided between his task and the stream of humanity in the narrow street below; a stream which poured for the second time that day towards Castle Field, where earlier in the afternoon Ferguson, the Duke's chaplain, had preached a sermon containing more treason than divinity.
These straggling, excited groups were mainly composed of men with green boughs in their hats and the most ludicrous of weapons in their hands. Some, it is true, shouldered fowling pieces, and here and there a sword was brandished; but more of them were armed with clubs, and most of them trailed the mammoth pikes fashioned out of scythes, as formidable to the eye as they were clumsy to the hand. There were weavers, brewers, carpenters, smiths, masons, bricklayers, cobblers, and representatives of every other of the trades of peace among these improvised men of war. Bridgewater, like Taunton, had yielded so generously of its manhood to the service of the bastard Duke that for any to abstain whose age and strength admitted of his bearing arms was to brand himself a coward or a papist.
Yet Peter Blood, who was not only able to bear arms, but trained and skilled in their use, who was certainly no coward, and a papist only when it suited him, tended his geraniums and smoked his pipe on that warm July evening as indifferently as if nothing were afoot. One other thing he