Henceforth contraband shall be spurned and the book of grace opened." Buonespoir's eyes laughed like a summer sky, but he scratched his head and turned over the rose-stem in his mouth reflectively.

"So be it, then, if it must be; but yesterday the Devon sea-sweeper, Francis Drake, overhauled me in my cottage, coming from the Queen, who had infused him of me.

'I have heard of you from a high masthead,' said he.

'If the Spanish main allure you, come with me.

There be galleons yonder still; they shall cough up doubloons.' 'It hath a sound of piracy,' said I.
'I am expurgated.