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Chapter One
IN THE time of Spanis灯草和尚***h rule, would lie becalmed, the town of Sulaco — the luxuriant beauty of the orange gardens bears witnes灯草和尚***s to its antiquity — had never been c灯草和尚***ommercially anything more important than a coasting port with a fairly large local trade in ox-hides and indigo. The clumsy deep-sea galleons of the conquerors that, needing a brisk gale to move at all, and for many years afterwards, where your modern ship built on clipper lines forges ahead by the mere flapping of her sai,