《金银岛》 · PART ONE--The Old Buccaneer (part 7)

So things passed until, the day after the funeral, and about three o’clock of a bitter, foggy, frosty afternoon, I was standing at the door for a moment, full of sad thoughts about my father, when I saw someone drawing slowly near along the road. He was plainly blind, for he tapp

《金银岛》 · PART ONE--The Old Buccaneer (part 7)