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Updated: May 14, 2025
The vessel was now dropping up the river, with anchor swinging, and the women on the pier were walking inland slowly, keeping pace and waving a greeting from time to time in answer to a husband's shout. "That is she, Monsieur L'Abbe," said Hoel Grall, with a peculiar twitch of his coarse mouth, as if from pain. "That is she with the little child!" Rene Drucquer bowed his head, saying nothing.
He was engaged in this devout work when the Englishwoman came hastily into the room, closing the door and standing with her back against it. "There is a gendarme in the street," she said, in little more than a whisper, her eyes glittering. She was breathless. "What of it, mademoiselle? It is my old friend the Sergeant Grall. It is I who christen his children." "Why is he here?"
"We were naturally thrown together a great deal; especially after the death of the 'patron. He was of great assistance to me and to Hoel Grall, the second in command, by reason of his knowledge of seamanship." "Ah! He is expert in such matters?" "Yes, my father." A further note was here added to the partially-filled page of the manuscript book. "Of what subjects did he speak?
The authority was to him Divine, the command came from one whom he had sworn to look up to and obey as the earthly representative of his Master. At length the deck was cleared, and order reigned on board, though the mainsail could not be set until the weather moderated. Then Hoel Grall came up to the young Englishman and said: "Monsieur, let us carry the 'patron' down below.
He said nothing about the letter addressed to Sidney Carew, but Christian took for granted that it would be posted. Instead of this, however, the priest wrote a telegram announcing the arrival of the Deux Freres, which he addressed to "Morel et Fils, Merchants, Quimper." "Hoel Grall asked me to despatch this," he said quietly, as he handed the paper to the old postmaster.
Once on board they were regaled with some choice French profanity from the lips of a large man in a sealskin cap and a dirty woollen muffler. This gentleman they addressed as the "patron," and, with clumsy awe, informed him that they had waited at the same spot as before, but nothing had come, until at length Hoel Grall arrived with instructions from the "monsieur" to go on board.
"I will help you," said Christian simply, "and that man also, I think, because he proposed it." With a motion of the head he indicated Hoel Grall, upon whom the command of the little vessel had now devolved.
He had turned away to call Grall towards him, and was about to move towards the body lying on the hatch, when the priest called him back. "Monsieur," he said. "Yes." "Tell me," continued Rene Drucquer quickly, as if in doubt, "are you Christian Vellacott?" "Of course!"
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