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Dosson of what he proposed to "do" for his son, and Mr. Dosson appeared more quietly amused than anything else at the news. He announced in return no intentions in regard to Francie, and his strange silence was the cause of another convocation of the house of Probert.
When the evidence had been gone through, Mr. Probert addressed the court on behalf of Julian. He urged that there was no evidence whatever to show that he was concerned either in the smuggling operations or in the resistance to the revenue officers. "I do not pretend," he said, "that he was there by accident; but I maintain that he was there simply in the capacity of a looker-on.
"I'm sure I don't know," Francie said listlessly. "'Don't give up an old friend there's nothing on earth so mean. Now isn't Gaston Probert an old friend?" "It will be very simple he'll give me up." "Then he'll be worse than a worm." "Not in the least he'll give me up as he took me.
They will stick to the guns; but I fancy they know, well enough, it will be no use if it comes to boarding." "No use at all, Probert. I quite agree with you, there. If she comes up alongside, we must haul down the flag. It is of no use throwing away the men's lives, by fighting against such odds as that. But we mustn't let her get up." "That is it, sir.
"The sooner they come up, the better," he growled. "I hate this running away, especially when you can't run fastest." "The men will all do their best, I suppose, Probert? You have been down among them." The first mate nodded. "They don't want to see the inside of a prison, captain, no more than I do.
I said that it was a very common name in Wales, as I knew several people who bore it, and observed that most of the surnames in Wales appeared to be modifications of Christian names; for example Jones, Roberts, Edwards, Humphreys, and likewise Pugh, Powel, and Probert, which were nothing more than the son of Hugh, the son of Howel, and the son of Robert.
"Well, it's your affair or your sisters'," his father returned. "It's their idea that we see where we are and that we make the best of it." "It's very good of them to make the best of it and I should think they'd be tired of their own chatter," Gaston impatiently sighed. Mr. Probert looked at him a moment in vague surprise, but only said: "I think they are.
Probert and M. de Brecourt and M. de Cliche. They entered in silence and M. de Brecourt, coming last, closed the door softly behind him. Francie had never been in a court of justice, but if she had had that experience these four persons would have reminded her of the jury filing back into their box with their verdict.
M. de Cliche fingered the points of his moustache; he diffused some powerful scent; his eyes were dreadful to Francie. She wished Mr. Probert would say something kind to her; but she had now determined to be strong. They were ever so many against one; Gaston was far away and she felt heroic. "If you mean Mr. Flack I don't know what you mean," she said as composedly as possible to M. de Cliche.
"I am going down first." Bob threw off the rope, and followed the mate down into the cabin. Mr. Probert had just turned out. He had been lying down for two or three hours, having gone down as daylight broke. "The captain says you had better take something before you go on deck, Mr. Probert," the second mate said. "He will come down, afterwards, and turn in for an hour or two."
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