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Updated: June 27, 2025
"But, Colonel Armytage, surely you do not forget that this Monsieur Gerardin was among those who made that dreadful attack on us in Spain that he certainly attempted to carry off Edda, and would have succeeded had it not been for Mr Morton's gallantry." Mrs Armytage had seldom ventured to differ so strongly with her husband.
When Dicky Glover had nearly reached the shore, the surf almost tore young Gerardin from the slings, and the hold he had of him. Almost hopelessly he struggled. In another instant they both would have been carried away, when Glover saw some one making his way through the foaming water towards him.
"Though he is an odd fish in some respects, I liked that fellow, Alfonse Gerardin; and from the glimpse I got of his father, I should say he is first-rate." The health of their friends was therefore drunk in some very fair claret, which was found among the stores, and never has a merrier party floated in an open boat out in the Atlantic.
The frigate, he told them, was attached to a squadron now at anchor near Rochelle, and that she was now on her way back to rejoin it. The next morning land was seen ahead, and soon afterwards the frigate came up with a small lateen-rigged craft standing the same way. Captain Gerardin hailed, and asked where she was bound?
She was soon alongside, and a tall thin old man made his appearance on deck. Captain Gerardin scrutinised him severely, and he stared at the captain in return. "We have met before, my friend, if I mistake not," exclaimed the former. "I see before me Don Annibal Tacon." "The same, though changed, I suspect, since we last parted," said Captain Tacon.
Do not think me a traitor to France; I owe her no allegiance, and yet I am bound to her. Now farewell! we may never meet again, but you will at least not think that he whom you so bravely saved from death is ungrateful." Alfonse Gerardin said but little; he warmly shook Ronald's and Glover's hands, and then he and his father hurriedly took their departure.
Many of the wounded were calling on their shipmates to come to their assistance, and uttering imprecations fierce and terrible, when they found that they called in vain. Gerardin was attempting to get up, but his strength failed him, and he lay back, his countenance betokening a proud resignation to his own fate, and scorn at the terror of the wretches who surrounded him.
"I have always doubted whether it was Gerardin who figured on that occasion," he answered. "Morton, of course, is ready to suppose so, and you and Edda were too frightened, I suspect, to know what happened. Appearances are deceptive; I did not recognise him, and depend on it he will be able to assure us that he was not there." The lady after this dared not reply.
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