Captains Courageous [antikvár]

Chapter 1 ' The door of the smoking-room was left open to the North Atlantic fog, as the big liner rolled and lifted, and whistled to warn the fishing-fleet, p "That Cheyne boy,* I don't like him," said a man in a dark overcoat, shutting the door with a bang. "He's not wanted here!" 2 * "Oh, America is full of those spoiled kids. I know them well," said a white-headed Germán, who was eating a sandwich. "I think there is no harm in the boy," remarked a man from New York. "I talked to his mother this morning. She's a very nice woman, but she cannot manage him. The boy's been dragged from hotel to hotel since he was a kid. Now she's taking him to Europe where he's going to finish his education." "His education has not begun yet," put in a Philadelphián,3 who was smoking in a corner of the room. "That that Cheyne [tjein] boy %- stot MajiBinmita Héra (np0H3H0meHHe hm oh fleőctbyiomhx jihh; cm. Ha CTp. 83) 2 He's not wanted here! - Heiero eMy a^ecB flejiaTb! 3 put in a Philadelphián [.fila'delfian] - bct&bhji hthtejib ropofla Onjia^ejiB^HH í