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A Tale of Two Cities
Charles Dickens
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Treasure Island
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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- 01Front matter~3 min
- 02I The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow~14 min
- 03II Black Dog Appears and Disappears~15 min
- 04III The Black Spot~14 min
- 05IV The Sea-chest~14 min
- 06V The Last of the Blind Man~12 min
- 07VI The Captain’s Papers~13 min
- 08VII I Go to Bristol~12 min
- 09VIII At the Sign of the Spy-glass~12 min
- 10IX Powder and Arms~11 min
- 11X The Voyage~13 min
- 12XI What I Heard in the Apple-Barrel~13 min
- 13XII Council of War~12 min
- 14XIII How I Began My Shore Adventure~12 min
- 15XIV The First Blow~12 min
- 16XV The Man of the Island~15 min
- 17XVI Narrative Continued by the Doctor: How the Ship Was Abandoned~11 min
- 18XXVII Narrative Continued by the Doctor: The Jolly-boat’s Last Trip~10 min
- 19XVIII Narrative Continued by the Doctor: End of the First Day’s Fighting~10 min
- 20XIX Narrative Resumed by Jim Hawkins: The Garrison in the Stockade~13 min
- 21XX Silver’s Embassy~12 min
- 22XXI The Attack~13 min
- 23XXII How I Began My Sea Adventure~14 min
- 24XXIII The Ebb-tide Runs~10 min
- 25XXIV The Cruise of the Coracle~13 min
- 26XXV I Strike the Jolly Roger~11 min
- 27XXVI Israel Hands — part 1~25 min
- 28XXVI Israel Hands — part 2~8 min
- 29XXVIII In the Enemy’s Camp~18 min
- 30XXIX The Black Spot Again~14 min
A few words to begin
Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17—, and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof. I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow--a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:
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