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Updated: June 10, 2025
Upon the white countenance was an expression of pain as he turned wearily, his eyes dazzled by the sudden light. "Where are we?" he asked faintly in English. "At the Italian douane, m'sieur," was the police officer's reply, as for a few seconds he gazed upon the invalid's face, seconds that seemed hours to Hugh.
Lazare, Robin had a brief glimpse of Miss Guile as she hurried with the crowd down to the cab enclosure, where her escort, the alert young stranger, put her into a waiting limousine, bundled Mrs. Gaston and Marie in after her, and then dashed away, obviously to see their luggage through the douane.
There was no need for him to hurry over the formalities of the douane, he said, for even if he were considerably behind us in starting, he would catch us up soon after we had reached La Mortola. Thus beguiled, the half-hour occupied by the leisurely officials in providing us with papers and sealing the car with an important looking leaden seal, passed not too tediously for the ladies.
Now the custom-house officers between the territory of Geneva and France are some of the most strict and troublesome in the universe, and when they saw the book they said, "You must pay 1500 francs for this." But when the chief of the Douane heard the story, he caught the enthusiasm, and with something like a tear in the corner of his eye, exclaimed, "We must let this book pass.
And be careful that he does not return to France before the mackerel fishing begins. And when we do return to Fecamp, I have to lie to off Notre Dame de la Garde and signal to the Douane that I have you safe. They want you out of the way. You are a dangerous man, it seems. Salut!" And the Captain raised his glass to one so distinguished by Government.
SIR, I am infinitely obliged to D. H for the favourable manner in which he has mentioned me to the earl of H I have at last recovered my books, by virtue of a particular order to the director of the douane, procured by the application of the English resident to the French ministry.
"Those Italian ruffians of the douane, with their disgusting search-light!" he sputtered in English when he was recovering himself a little. "But do not derange yourself, Countess. They have seen that we are not smugglers, which is one advantage, because they will not trouble us any more."
For the first time in living memory, perhaps in the history of the port, the Douane of Boulogne had abandoned its office. What did it all mean? Why were the streets so deserted as though the town had been stricken with the plague? There was a look of plague in the faces of the few fishermen and harbour folk who stood in groups at the street corners.
"Wait a moment," he said, leading her aside towards the waiting-room, while the crowd that was going to the douane passed them by. Then he turned to Julie's porter. "Attendez un instant." The man sulkily shook his head, dropped Julie's bag at their feet, and hurried off in search of a more lucrative job. "I am going back to-night," added Delafield, hurriedly.
But Domini with wide-open eyes, was staring from her big, square pillow at the red brick floor of her bedroom, on which stood various trunks marked by the officials of the Douane. There were two windows in the room looking out towards the Place de la Marine, below which lay the station. Closed persiennes of brownish-green, blistered wood protected them. One of these windows was open.
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