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"I found a screed of Latin along with the mummy, when I looted it from your Lima house, but it dropped out of my mind as to what became of it. Maybe I passed it along to the Paris man, and he sold it along with the corpse to the Maltese gent." "But I tell you this copy was found in Sir Frank's room," insisted De Gayangos. "How did it come to be there?"
It told me how the brig on the reef, looted by the natives from the coast villages, acquired gradually the lamentable aspect, the grey ghastliness of a wreck; while Jasper, fading daily into a mere shadow of a man, strode brusquely all along the "front" with horribly lively eyes and a faint, fixed smile on his lips, to spend the day on a lonely spit of sand looking eagerly at her, as though he had expected some shape on board to rise up and make some sort of sign to him over the decaying bulwarks.
After some unsatisfactory parleying the bombardment was resumed, and when a second flag of truce was unfurled it was discovered that Arabi Pasha had retreated to Kefr-el-Dowar, fourteen miles away from Alexandria. On his departure the city was given over to plunder and destruction. The convicts escaped from the prison, and, joining forces with the Arabs, looted and burned the European quarters.
Here is the testimony of Inna Rakitnikov again, contained in an official report to the International Socialist Bureau: All the non-Bolshevik newspapers were confiscated or prosecuted and deprived of every means of reaching the provinces; their editors' offices and printing-establishments were looted.
On June 3rd, he successfully looted the store of J. M. Bernard at Centropolis and secured many valuables, particularly clothing. The raiding party was returning from the looted store as Stuart's cavalry troop was approaching Brown's camp. The cavalry arrived in the nick of time. A battle was imminent that might have ended in a massacre.
We were the first motor-cyclists in our part of the world to appear in flaring chrome. The Q.-B. smiled again. I always think the Quarter-Bloke is wasted. He ought to be put in charge of the Looting Department of a large invading army. Do not misunderstand me. The Q.-B. never "looted." He never stepped a hair's-breadth outside those regulations that hedge round the Quartermaster.
"I guess the law can't worry me about that after thirty years, and in a low-down country like Peru. Your Government has shifted fifty times since I looted the corpse." This was quite true, and there was absolutely no chance of the skipper being brought to book.
"Look there!" whispered Giant, pointing to a tin can that had had some condensed milk in it. "That looks like our stuff!" "Look at the clay pipe," put in Whopper. "Do you know what I think?" "He is the rascal who looted our camp?" "Yes; and maybe he is the fellow who looted the Spink camp, too." "Let us make him a prisoner!" All were willing, and they looked around for a rope.
He turned to the doorway where a stew-pot rested, and his mind dwelt cheerfully on the lamb he had looted for Fielding's dinner. But last of all his eye rested upon his bobtailed Arab, the shameless thing in an Arab country, where every horse rears his tail as a peacock spreads his feathers, as a marching Albanian lifts his foot. The bobtailed Arab's nose was up, his stump was high.
But like Robin Hood of old, Raghu Dacoit had caught popular fancy by his generosity to the poor. Though he looted the rich, to the needy, the famine-stricken and widows he was always kind. No one would inform against him. Madhub Babu had a fine country house in Chandernagore, where he frequently entertained his friends.
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