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Página 110 - It happened one day about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand.
Página 93 - In the first Place, I was removed from all the Wickedness of the World here. I had neither the Lust of the Flesh, the Lust of the Eye, or the Pride of Life. I had nothing to covet ; for I had all that I was now capable of enjoying: I was Lord of the whole Manor; or if I pleased, I might call myself King, or Emperor over the whole Country which I had Possession of. There were no Rivals : I had no Competitor, none to dispute Sovereignty or Command with me.
Página 36 - My raft was now strong enough to bear any reasonable weight. My next care was what to load it with, and how to preserve what I laid upon it from the surf of the sea : but I was not long considering this.
Página 148 - Master, and then let him know that was to be my name. I likewise taught him to say Yes and No, and to know the meaning of them. I gave him some milk in an earthen pot, and let him see me drink it before him, and sop my bread in it. And...
Página 42 - what art thou good for? Thou art not worth to me, no, not the taking off of the ground. One of those knives is worth all this heap. I have no manner of use for thee. E'en remain where thou art and go to the bottom as a creature whose life is not worth saving.