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Tonight, I will be continuing the story, Treasure Island.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 7. I go to Bristol.

It was longer than the squire imagined here we were ready for the sea, and none of our first plans, not even Dr. Livesey's of

keeping me beside him, could be carried out as we intended. The doctor had to go to London

for a physician to take care of his practice. The squire was hard at work at Bristol, and I lived on

at the hall under the charge of old Redruth, the gamekeeper, almost a prisoner,

but full of sea dreams and the most charming anticipations of strange islands and adventures.

I brooded by the hour together over the map, all the details of which I well remembered.

Sitting by the fire in the housekeeper's room, I approached that island in my fancy

from every possible direction. I explored every acre of its surface. I climbed a thousand times to that

tall hill they call the spyglass, and from the top enjoyed the most wonderful and changing prospects.

Sometimes the aisle was thick with barbarians with whom we fought,

sometimes full of dangerous animals that hunted us.

But in all my fancies,

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