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"So many people in America that's just the dreadful thought, my dear," said Mme. de Brecourt kindly. "Foyons, put it in your muff and tell us what you think of it." And she continued to thrust forward the scandalous journal. But Francie took no notice of it; she looked round from Mr. Probert at the others. "I told Gaston I'd certainly do something you wouldn't like."
"What do you say, Probert? Shall we turn the tables, now, and give her a pounding?" "I should like to, sir, nothing better; but it would be dangerous work. Directly she gets free of that hamper, she will be under command, and will be able to bring her broadside to play on us; and if she had luck, and knocked away one of our spars, she would turn the tables upon us.
After dinner, an effort was made to begin the work; but the captain soon ordered the men to desist. "It is of no use, Mr. Probert. We shall only be getting some of the men killed. It wouldn't be possible to get half done before dark and, if the sea goes down a bit, tonight, they will get as much done in an hour's work, in the morning, as they would if they were to work from now to sunset.
"The wind has died suddenly out, this last half hour; and the swell has got more kick in it than it had. I fancy the wind is going round to the southwest; and that, when it does come, it will come hard." "I think you are right, Mr. Probert. I glanced at the glass, as I came up, and it has fallen half an inch since I was up on deck in the middle watch.
Gaston Probert was an American who had never been in America and was obliged to take counsel on such an emergency as that.
"It was lucky you sent for Probert, Julian; I had never thought of it." "No more did I, Frank. I was perfectly astonished when he got up and said that he appeared for me, but I supposed that Aunt or you had sent for him." "I am sure Aunt didn't, or she would have told me." "I should not be surprised, Frank, if it were Captain Downes.
Don't be afraid!" broke in high derision from Mme. de Cliche. "Did HE send you the paper?" her young friend went on to Mr. Probert. "It was not directed in his hand," M. de Brecourt pronounced. "There was some stamp on the band it came from the office." "Mr. Flack is that his hideous name? must have seen to that," Mme. de Brecourt suggested. "Or perhaps Florine," M. de Cliche interposed.
"To give them up?" He only echoed it with all his woe at first. "I've been battling with them till I'm ready to drop. You don't know how they feel how they MUST feel." "Oh yes I do. All this has made me older, every hour." "It has made you so extraordinarily! more beautiful," said Gaston Probert. "I don't care. Nothing will induce me to consent to any sacrifice." "Some sacrifice there must be.
This was what he wanted, but it was not all; she saw he now wanted a great many other things. The large perspective of the terrace stretched away before them Mr. Probert had said it was in the grand style and he was determined to make her walk to the end.
I have letters, from Mr. Bale, for you and Mrs. O'Halloran." "You are all well on board, I hope, captain?" "Joe is well. He is first mate, now. Poor Probert is on his back in hospital, at Portsmouth. We had a sharp brush with a French privateer, but we beat her off. We had five men killed, and Probert had his leg taken off by an eighteen pound shot.
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