Books with title The Pirate City: An Algerine Tale

Telling of international diplomacy, slavery, piracy, and rebellion, The Pirate City moves from the sordid slave markets of Algiers to smoke-cloaked warship Queen Charlotte, in this tale of pirates vying against the might of the British Navy. The Pirate City is the story of the Algerian pirates who were the scourge of the Mediterranean sea during the early to mid-1800s.Some time within the first quarter of the present nineteenth century, a little old lady–some people would even have called her a dear little old lady–sat one afternoon in a high-backed chair beside a cottage window, from which might be had a magnificent view of Sicilian rocks, with the Mediterranean beyond.This little old lady was so pleasant in all respects that an adequate description of her is an impossibility. Her mouth was a perfect study. It was not troubled with anything in the shape of teeth. It lay between a delicate little down-turned nose and a soft little up-turned chin, which two seemed as if anxious to meet in order to protect it. The wrinkles that surrounded that mouth were innumerable, and each wrinkle was a distinct and separate smile; so that, whether pursing or expanding, it was at all times rippling with an expression of tender benignity.

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This little old lady was so pleasant in all respects that an adequate description of her is an impossibility. Her mouth was a perfect study. It was not troubled with anything in the shape of teeth. It lay between a delicate little down–turned nose and a soft little up–turned chin, which two seemed as if anxious to meet in order to protect it. The wrinkles that surrounded that mouth were innumerable, and each wrinkle was a distinct and separate smile; so that, whether pursing or expanding, it was at all times rippling with an expression of tender benignity.