Black ⚫️ Bartlemys Treasure 🏴‍☠️ by Jeffery Farnol, Fiction, Action & Adventure, Historical, Classics

✅ Two 2️⃣ men 👥 had I seen 👀 die ☠️ beside me 👤⬅️, yet Death 💀 ever passed me 👤⬅️ by, nay, it seemed rather that despite the pain of stripes 🦓, despite the travail and ➕ hardship, my strength waxed the mightier; upon arm and ➕ thigh, burned 🔥 nigh black ⚫️ by fierce suns ☀️, the muscles showed hard and ➕ knotted; within my body 👃, scarred by the lash, the life 🧬 leapt and ➕ glowed 🌟 yet was the soul of me 👤⬅️ sick 😷 unto death 💀. But it seemed I could not ❌️ die ☠️ -- finding 🔎 thereby blessed rest and ➕ a surcease from this agony of life 🧬 as had this Frenchman, who of all the naked wretches about me 👤⬅️, was the only one 1️⃣ with whom I had any sort of fellowship. He 👤👨 had died ☠️ (as I say 💬) with the dawn, so quietly 🔇 that at first 🥇 I thought 💭 he 👤👨 but fainted and ➕ pitied him, but, when I knew 💡, pity changed to bitterness.Therefore, as I strove at the heavy oar I prayed 🙏 twixt gnashing teeth a prayer 🤲 I had often prayed 🙏, and ➕ the matter of my praying 🙏 was thus:O God of Justice 👨‍⚖️, for the agony I needs must now endure, for the bloody stripes 🦓 and ➕ bitter anguish give 🎁➡️ to me 👤⬅️ vengeance -- vengeance, O God, on mine enemy!

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