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Then again they all stared at Yann, which made him still more angry; a red flush mounted to his cheeks, under their tawny tan. With Larvoer's expression of opinion about Gaud ended this parley with the crew of the Reine-Berthe, none of whom were ever again to be seen by human eyes.
"As for me," said Larvoer, of the Reine-Berthe, "I've been told of the death of the grandson of old Yvonne Moan, of Ploubazlanec who was serving his time in the navy, you know, in the Chinese squadron a very great pity." On hearing this, all the men of La Marie turned towards Yann to learn if he already knew anything of the sad news.
The spectre ship was the Reine-Berthe, also of Paimpol, and so the sailors were from neighbouring villages; that thick, tall fellow with the huge, black beard, showing his teeth when he laughed, was Kerjegou, one of the Ploudaniel boys, the others were from Plounes or Plounerin. "Why didn't you blow your fog-horn, and be blowed to you, you herd of savages?" challenged Larvoer of the Reine-Berthe.
They pulled all the useless defences on board. The Reine-Berthe, melting away into the thick fog, had disappeared as suddenly as a painted ship in a dissolving view. They tried to hail her, but the only response was a sort of mocking clamour as of many voices ending in a moan, that made them all stare at each other in surprise.
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