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Updated: June 25, 2025
"When Captain Butor had me look through the spy-glasses," Wendler would say, "his face was the colour of green cheese. And when I thought for a moment that I made out a boat and the next second heard the captain say, 'Look sharp, there are people in it, I felt my knees getting weak."
Duty, while deepening Captain Butor and temporarily converting him into a useful, even an important personage, acts as a leveller on Stoss. Stoss merely seemed to partake in the life on the sea, while in actuality concerned with nothing but himself. And there's my colleague, the ship's surgeon. I was completely upset to find what an empty vessel he is. I really thought he was more interesting."
It is notorious that you may with impunity call a placable Frenchman "butor," "scélérat," "coquin fieffé," "sale chameau," "député" even, or "sénateur"; but two things you may not do: you may not call him "espèce d'individu," and you may not say "vous n'êtes pas logique."
Gethryn rose roughly and, crowding past the man, descended the steps and, entering the car below, sat down there. "Butor!" roared the butcher. "Cochon! He trod on my foot!" "He is an English pig!" sneered the woman, reaching for the newspaper. "Let me read it now," she whined. "Hands off," growled the man, "I'll read you what I think good." "But it's my paper." "It's mine now shut up."
For instance, you have taken every precaution here, and though you are really the proprietor, yet the husband of your cook and housekeeper, Butor, is supposed to be the owner of the house at least it stands in his name. Now, if anything untoward happened, you would vanish, and only Butor would remain a prey for the police."
Neither of the women developed fever. But the sailor whose feet were frozen and the woman from the steerage had a high temperature. The immigrant in her delirium wanted to jump from bed, and, at the physicians' request, Captain Butor appointed one of the well sailors from the Roland and a sailor from the Hamburg to relieve each other in keeping constant watch over her.
Captain Butor and Wendler, who had been laughing mightily over something, now stepped up with brimming eyes, as if they deemed the time had come to be serious for a few moments in the company of the two physicians. "Did you hear, gentlemen, that Newfoundland fishermen have sighted corpses and floating fragments of the Roland?" said Captain Butor.
Comment! je le crois, Monsieur? J'en suis sur! Il me semble, Monsieur, que nous l'avons prouve. Je m'en vais danser la Bolka. Serviteur, Monsieur. Canaillard. Butor! Mr. Brown. You polk, Miss Bustleton? I'm SO delaighted. Mr. Smith. D puppy. Though a quadrille seems to me as dreary as a funeral, yet to look at a polka, I own, is pleasant. See!
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, started, looked around and met the eyes of a man whose bearded face seemed coarse and unfamiliar. Cocktails and other good drinks had shot his peony complexion with a bluish tinge. "What's the matter?" the stranger said. "Don't you know me Captain Butor?" Captain Butor, the man to whom Frederick owed his life!
Doctor Frederick von Kammacher performs miracles of bravery." Frederick started, reflected, but could not recall anything of the sort. "Child dies in life-boat. Captain Butor of the Hamburg sights castaways. Report of survivors. Arthur Stoss, champion armless marksman, helped into life-boat by faithful valet," and so on.
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