Young Adult Fiction Reading
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I remember him as if it were yesterday as he came plotting to the indoor, his sea chest following behind him in a hand. Barrow, a tall, strong, heavy man, his Terry pigtail falling over the shoulder of hiss, soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred with a black broken nails. And the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking around the cover and whistling to himself as he did so and then breaking out in that old see song that he's saying so often afterwards. 15. Mend on the dead man's just yo ho ho when a bottle of rum in the high, old, tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of a stick like a hand spike that he carried. And when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum, this when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our sign board. The Sandy cove says he at length on a pleasant situated grow shop. Much company made. My father told him no very little company. The more was the pity