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Updated: June 3, 2025
As the General went over the side into the long-boat of the Saint-Ferdinand, manned by six vigorous rowers, he could not help looking at the burning vessel, as well as at the daughter who stood by her husband's side on the stern of the Othello.
The two brigs came up alongside, and the shock of contact roused the privateer captain from his musings; he spoke a word in the ear of the lieutenant who stood beside him. "Grappling-irons!" shouted the latter, and the Othello grappled the Saint-Ferdinand with miraculous quickness.
The privateer, now gaining hopelessly upon them, replied with a cannon-shot, which struck the water ten fathoms away from the Saint-Ferdinand. "Thunder of heaven!" cried the General, "that was a close shave! They must have guns made on purpose." "Oh! when that one yonder speaks, look you, you have to hold your tongue," said a sailor.
And, resolutely: "68 Rue Saint-Ferdinand, at the Ternes," he said, as he sprang into his carriage.
At length the Othello lay not ten gunshots away, so that those on the Saint-Ferdinand could look into the muzzles of her loaded guns. The vessel seemed to be borne along by a breeze sent by the Devil himself, but the eyes of an expert would have discovered the secret of her speed at once.
In fact all the goods of the Territorial Bank consist of a few sign-boards and two ruins, the whole not worthy of lying in the "old materials" yard in the Rue Saint-Ferdinand; every night as I go to sleep I hear the old vanes grating and the old doors banging on emptiness.
The parting was over, the last good-bye was a long farewell look, with something of tender regret on either side. A strange sight to seaward met the General's eyes. The Saint-Ferdinand was blazing like a huge bonfire.
He looked at his interlocutor as if to ask what he thought; then he added in the General's ear, "She has been chasing us all along." "Then why she has not come up with us, I do not know," said the General, "for she is a faster sailor than your damned Saint-Ferdinand." "She will have damaged herself, sprung a leak " "She is gaining on us!" the General broke in.
Don Luis darted away, crossed a little hall, and rushed out on to the Avenue des Ternes. "Well, here's a pretty race!" cried Mazeroux, joining him. Don Luis stood scanning the avenue. A motor bus was starting on the little square hard by, the Place Saint-Ferdinand. "She's inside it," he declared. "This time, I shan't let her go." He hailed a taxi.
That evening, on returning to Rue Saint-Ferdinand, M. Joyeuse said nothing to his daughters. He dared not. The thought of casting a shadow upon that radiant gayety, which was the whole life of the house, of dimming with great tears those sparkling eyes, seemed to him unendurable. Moreover he was timid and weak, one of those who always say: "Let us wait till to-morrow."
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