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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 20. Silver's Embassy Sure enough, there were two men just outside the stockade, one of them waving a white cloth,

the other, no less a person than silver himself standing placidly by.

It was still quite early, and the coldest morning that I think I ever was abroad in, a chill that

pierced into the marrow. The sky was bright and cloudless overhead, and the tops of the

trees shone rosily in the sun. But where Silver stood with his lieutenant, all was still in shadow,

and they waded knee-deep in a low white vapor that had crawled during the night out of the

morris. The chill and the vapor taken together told a poor tale of the island.

It was plainly a damp, feverish, unhealthy spot.

Keep indoors, men, said the captain.

Ten to one, this is a trick.

Then he hailed the buccaneer. Who goes?

Stand or we fire.

Flag of truce, cried Silver.

The captain was in the porch, keeping himself carefully out of the way of a treacherous shot,

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