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Updated: June 23, 2025
La longueur un peu desordonnee de cette lettre, mon cher ami, vous prouvera mieux que tout ce que je pourrais dire les progres de ma sante. Je vais ecrire a Mme Grote. Rappelez-nous, je vous prie, tout particulierement au souvenir de Lady Theresa et de Sir C. Lewis. J'espere que Lord Hatherton ne m'a pas oublie. Mille et mille amities a tous les Senior.
"Monsieur Ragoul," he said, "will you go and tell Miss Hatherton to dress at once and to put in a parcel as many of her belongings as she can carry in one hand. Be quick!" The Frenchman dared not ask any questions. He departed in a state of alarm and mystery, and Baptiste and I were left alone with the captain. The latter rested a hand on my shoulder. "Mr.
I followed her a few paces beyond the crowd, never doubting that I was right. Then I stepped boldly up to her and doffed my cap. "Do I address Miss Hatherton?" I began. "No!" she snapped. "Wretch, how dare you?" I fell back in confusion, with a titter of mocking laughter ringing in my ears. I longed to hide my face, and I vowed that I would make no more rash ventures.
Then he turned to me. "'Tis is a bad business, Mr. Carew," he said hoarsely. "It's all up with my ship, and I'm a ruined man. But I'm going to save all hands, if it is possible. Where is Miss Hatherton?" "In her cabin," I replied. I had not forgotten the girl, but I had felt reluctant to rouse her until I knew what danger threatened us.
"I do not refer to that," said he, with a grim smile. "I witnessed the whole trouble." "From a distance?" I ventured. His eyes flashed. "Have a care," he muttered. "I am not in a trifling mood. Tell me, what took you to the quay this morning to meet Miss Hatherton?" "I might ask you the same question," I replied. "Will you answer me, sir?"
He was with his wife and Miss Hatherton in a back room with one small window, and that protected by a heavy shutter. I drew Flora aside and explained to her, as hopefully as possible, the plan by which we expected ultimately to escape to Fort York.
Mrs Gummidge will be a companion to Miss Hatherton. They expect to start in a week, so as to cover as much ground as possible before the winter sets in." "The sooner the better," said I. "And what about the marriage?" Captain Rudstone inquired carelessly. "There will be a priest here one of the French fathers in the course of a month," said the factor, "and I will send him on to Fort Royal."
The latter was the smaller, and it was quickly filled by Miss Hatherton, Captain Rudstone, Baptiste, and I, and four seamen. The first mate, who had a lantern lashed to his waist, let down some food and then followed us. The skipper and the rest of the crew occupied the long boat, which was lowered at the same time from the opposite side.
The Speedwell was a sound little ship, and carried a mixed cargo to be delivered at the Hudson Bay posts. We were well fed and snugly berthed, Miss Hatherton having a cozy cabin all to herself. The crew were good fellows, and Hiram Bunker was a typical New England skipper bluff, honest and popular.
Miss Hatherton then offered me a dainty hand and bade me good-night, saying that she had not been able to sleep all day, and intended to retire early. I finished my bottle of wine, and went upstairs to my room on the third and top floor of the hotel a meager little hole where I, used to a blanket and fir boughs, had always felt cramped and stifled.
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