... "Rope is only good for hanging Spaniards. My friend in the fish-market has a volandra, and— perhaps I can rob him of a halyard." Laying aside his task, Jacket arose and made off in the direction of the water-front. He was back within an hour, and under his shirt he carried a coil of worn, but serviceable, rope. Without waiting to explain his need ... — Rainbow's End • Rex Beach
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