Still another group went and brought away ten thousand pounds, and lost it in fighting with Spanish buccaneers.
So Biatt was right, and went away content, while I stayed here-- because I must--and bought the land and house where I have my great sugar-plantation.

It is an enterprise of volume, and all would be well if I were normal in mind and body; but I am not.

I have a past that stinks to heaven, as Shakespeare says, and I am an outlaw of the one land which has all my soul and name and heritage.

Yes, that is what they have done to me--made a convict, an outlaw of me.

I may live--but not in the British Isles; and if any man kills me, he is not liable to the law.
Men do not treat me badly here, for I have property and money, and this is a land where these two things mean more than anywhere else, even more than in a republic like that where you live.