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He hesitated, then said: "We were more fortunate than brave." He was determined to have Andree included. She deserved that; the wrong to Delia was not hers. But she answered after the manner of a woman: "The girl ah, yes, please thank her for us. What is her name?" "She is known in Audierne as Madame Belward." The girl started. Her face had a cold, scornful pride.
The Kismet had put into Audierne rather than try to pass Point du Raz at night. At Gibraltar a telegram had come telling of the painful sensation, and the yacht was instantly headed for England; Mrs. Gasgoyne crossing the Continent, Delia preferring to go back with her father his sympathy was more tender. They had seen no newspapers, and they did not know that Gaston was at Audierne.
His letters had missed them he had written on leaving Paris, saying that his plans were indefinite, but he would write them definitely soon. After he came to Audierne it seemed impossible to write. How could he? No, let the American journalist do it. Better so. Better himself in the worst light, with the full penalty, than his own confession in itself an insult. So it had gone on.
In the evening of this day she said she knew not how it was, but on that first evening in Audierne there suddenly came to her a strange terrible feeling, which seemed to dry up all the springs of her desire for him. She could not help it. She had fought against it, but it was no use; yet she knew that she could not leave him.
The journalist had found out Zoug-Zoug at last, and Ian Belward had talked with the manager of the menagerie. Andree shuddered and put the letter in her pocket. Now she understood why she had shrunk from Gaston that first night and those first days in Audierne: that strange sixth sense, divination vague, helpless prescience. And here, suddenly, she shrank again, but with a different thought.
"Ah, sir, I could tell you better if it would only clear enough to let us see some of the details of the coast more distinctly," answered the master, in tones of anxiety equal to the Captain's own. "But," he continued, "although I cannot say, to within a few miles, precisely where we are, I have not the slightest doubt that we are somewhere within the limits of Audierne Bay."
He hesitated, then said: "We were more fortunate than brave." He was determined to have Andree included. She deserved that; the wrong to Delia was not hers. But she answered after the manner of a woman: "The girl ah, yes, please thank her for us. What is her name?" "She is known in Audierne as Madame Belward." The girl started. Her face had a cold, scornful pride.
The Kismet had put into Audierne rather than try to pass Point du Raz at night. At Gibraltar a telegram had come telling of the painful sensation, and the yacht was instantly headed for England; Mrs. Gasgoyne crossing the Continent, Delia preferring to go back with her father his sympathy was more tender. They had seen no newspapers, and they did not know that Gaston was at Audierne.
This morning you arrived at Audierne, and came into the harbour at daybreak. Your part has been satisfactorily performed. You have brought your prisoner with all expedition. So " here the Provincial raised the pen from the book with a jerk of his wrist and shrugged his shoulders almost imperceptibly, "so you have been entirely successful?"
The spot where the wreck occurred was, we found, the Bay of Audierne, and the town near it that of Plouzenec. Here we met part of the officers and crew of the British thirty-six-gun frigate, Amazon, which had been wrecked with us. This might have been partly owing to the position of the ship, but more particularly to the admirable discipline maintained on board.
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