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Updated: May 28, 2025
He considered his nephew the greatest of the Ferraguts, a true man of the sea like his ancestors but with the title of captain; an adventurous rover over all oceans, as he had been, but with a place on the bridge, invested with the absolute command that responsibility and danger confer. When Ulysses reëmbarked, the Triton would take himself off to his own dominions.
In one of their coves was the Triton's native village, and the home of the Ferraguts hunters of black pirates in other days, contrabandists at times in modern days, sailors in all ages, appearing originally, perhaps, from those first wooden horses that came leaping over the foam seething around the promontory.
Perhaps if they could hold out until daybreak, they might be discovered by some boat! But he!... Suddenly he remembered the Triton.... His uncle also had died in the sea; all the most vigorous members of the family had finally perished in its bosom. For centuries and centuries it had been the tomb of the Ferraguts; with good reason they had called it "mare nostrum."
The following year Doña Cristina tried to prevent the Triton's carrying off her son, since he could learn nothing but bad words and boastful bullying in the old home of the Ferraguts. And trumping up the necessity of seeing her own family, she left the notary alone in Valencia, going with her boy to spend the summer on the coast of Catalunia near the French frontier.
It was his wish that Toni should redeem the property, installing himself in the ancient domicile of the Ferraguts. He had money to spare for that and much more. "I have no children and I like to feel that yours are occupying the house that was mine.... Perhaps when I get to be an old man if they do not kill me, I will come to spend the summers with you.
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