Robert Louis Stevenson — Treasure Island

Bancroft Books 1972 Hardback, 152pp. (Abridged) Rum, he repeated. I must get away from here. Rum! Rum! I ran to fetch it, but I was quite unsteadied by all that had fallen out, and I broke one glass and fouled the tap, and while I was still getting in my own way, I heard a loud fall in the parlor, and running in, beheld the captain lying full length upon the floor. At the same instant my mother, alarmed by the cries and fighting, came running downstairs to help me. Between us we raised his head. He was breathing very loud and hard, but his eyes were closed and his face a horrible color. No DJ As Issued; Owner's Name inside. Stain on back cover and lower spine; tanned & foxed. Good.