- Author:Jeffrey Farnol
- Publisher:Book Jungle (May 18, 2009)
- Pages:336 pages
- Subcategory:Genre Fiction
- FB2 format1484 kb
- ePUB format1249 kb
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Black bartlemy's treasure. The Frenchman beside me had been dead since dawn.
James jeffrey farnol. And. Ronald ewart oakeshott. Black bartlemy's treasure.
Black bartlemy's treasure by jeffrey farnol to my nephews james jeffrey farnol and ronald ewart. Produced by Mike Alder and Sue Asscher. HTML version by Al Haines. James jeffrey farnol.
Jeffery Farnol (10 February 1878 – 9 August 1952) was a British writer from 1907 until his death, known for writing more than 40 romance novels, some formulaic and set in the Georgian Era or English Regency period, and swashbucklers. He, with Georgette Heyer, largely initiated the Regency romantic genre. John Jeffery Farnol was born in the UK in England in Aston, Birmingham, the son of Henry John Farnol, a factory-employed brass-founder, and Kate Jeffery. He had two brothers and a sister
Black Bartlemy's Treasure book. From BBC radio 4 Extra: Jeffrey Farnol's swashbuckling tale of piracy, love and death on a desert island.
Black Bartlemy's Treasure book. They learn of Black Bartlemy, an infamous pirate who has treasure buried on an island.
In a tavern he meets a pal, Adam Penfeather, who unfolds to him the story of Black Bartlemy, an infamous pirate, and his treasure buried on an island-treasure of fabuous value that has been the dream and hope of roving adventurers along the Spanish Main for many years. Read whenever, wherever. Your phone is always with you, so your books are too – even when you’re offline.
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It too is a marvellous read. Adam Penfeather is in a league with Long John Silver.
Black bartlemy's treasure. His scarred and shackled body swayed limply back and forth with every sweep of the great oar as we, his less fortunate bench fellows, tugged and strained to keep time to the stroke.