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And she showed him a kind of hidden poniard, a keen, triangular stiletto of genuine steel, capped by a large glass pearl that served as its hilt. "Among what kind of people are you living!" murmured the practical voice in Ferragut's interior. "What have you mixed yourself up with, my son!"
Now, listening to Ferragut's jovial comments on his mate's tranquil life and philosophic sagacity, Toni again ejaculated mentally, without the captain's suspecting anything from his impassive countenance: "Now he has quarreled with the woman. He has tired of her. But better so!" He was more than ever confirmed in this belief on hearing Ferragut's plans.
With this mimicry it was accustomed to escape its enemies and could better detect its prey. A gloomy creature, in Ferragut's opinion like a beadle of the Holy Office, was parading through the upper part of the tanks, passing from glass to glass, reflected like a double animal when it approached the surface.
Freya interrupted her contemplation of the panorama on feeling Ferragut's lips trying to caress her neck. "None of that, Captain!... You know well enough what we have agreed. Remember that I have accepted your invitation on the condition that you leave me in peace." She permitted his kiss to pass across her cheek, even reaching her mouth. This caress was already an accepted thing.
Her eyes would pass over Freya and the sailor as though she did not see them. "Bad news from Rome," Ferragut's companion told him. "Those accursed mandolin-strummers are getting away from us." Ulysses began to feel a certain boredom in these monotonously voluptuous days. His senses were becoming blunted with so many indulgences mechanically repeated.
Make no further effort.... You will not convince me." As though suddenly reanimated with new force, she rose to her feet: her face on a level with Ferragut's eyes. He saw her left temple with the torn skin; the spot caused by the blow extended around one eye, reddened and swollen. On contemplating his barbarous handiwork, remorse again tormented him.
Ferragut's fortune and that of the ship, he invariably looked upon as his own, considering himself lucky if he was not out of tobacco, and could send his entire wages home to his wife and children living down there in the Marina. His ambition was that of all modest sailors to buy a plot of land and become an agriculturist in his old age.
It was Cinta who could not listen any longer, and Ulysses felt flattered by her tears, her convulsive laments, her eyes widened with an expression of terror. Ferragut's mother had been greatly concerned regarding the future of this poor niece.
It recalled to Ferragut's mind the sailing fleets of other centuries, escorted by navies in line, punctuating their course by incessant battles, and the remote voyages of the galleons of the Indies, setting forth from Seville in fleets when bound for the coast of the New World. The double file of black hulks with plumes of smoke advanced very placidly in fair weather.
These trips that in other times would have awakened Ferragut's enthusiasm now resulted disastrously. After having paid all expenses and lived with maddening economy, there was scarcely anything left for the owner. Each time the freight boats were more numerous and the transportation rates cheaper.
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