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Aug 28, 2013 12:15

Книга моего детства. :)

'The work is done,' said Mr Gregory, 'greatly done. And when the Armada crosses the Sleeve, we shall show them such a play with the iron bowls as will lower their proud stomachs till the end of time. Invincible shall bite the dust of England and find its savour taste of the bitterness of death.'
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The roar of the wind through the rigging, the banging of blocks and sails, the lurch of the ship, the groaning of its timbers as through not for one moment longer could they hold together, the flash of guns out of darkness, the crash of rending wood as the shot struck home, set Robin's blood racing and throbbing in his veins, and fired him to so high exhilaration of his spirits, that he had much ado not to laugh aloud in the face of the ship's master.

But there was more to be done that night if God - not Philip's God, nor the Pope's God, nor Henri of Valois' God, if he had one, which was more than doubtful - but the God of Elizabeth and Drake and Protestant England would forward his endeavors.

Да-да, я знаю, что это английская пропаганда.
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