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In a very little time he brought enough of them to be of his mind in order to execute their intent, and accordingly got the fire-arms and made themselves masters of the ship, and obliged the men to navigate her to a little port near Cape Finisterre, in Spain, where they robbed the ship of about a hundred pounds, and then went on shore and travelled by land to Vigo.
Rodney was a supporter of the ministry, and Mr. Vigo was a Liberal, but Mr. Vigo returned Mr. Rodney to parliament all the same, and no one seemed astonished or complained. Political connection, political consistency, political principle, all vanished before the fascination of premiums.
"It was as dirty a voyage as ever I made," said Captain Maturin. "A ripping time, anyhow," said Jaffery. "Weren't you very seasick?" I asked. "Ho! ho! ho!" Jaffery roared derisively. "Mr. Chayne's pretty tough, sir," said the Captain with a grave smile. "He has missed his vocation. He's a good sailor lost." "Remember that night off Vigo?" "I don't ever want to see such another, Mr. Chayne.
Like all successful Creole traders, Monsieur Vigo had a wonderful knack of getting on with the Indians, and often when we tied up of a night the chief men of a tribe would come down to greet him.
Keep your safe distance and dog him if you can." "And if I lose him?" "Come back home. Station yourself now where he won't notice you. That arch there should serve." We had been standing at the street corner, sheltered by a balcony over our heads from the view of Peyrot's window. "Monsieur," I said, "I do wish you would bring Vigo back with you."
"I am no street boy," I cried angrily. "I know Vigo well. You shall smart for flouting me, when I have Monsieur's ear." "Aye, when you have! Be off with you, rascal. I have no time to bother with you." "Imbecile!" I sputtered. But he had turned his back on me and resumed his pacing up and down the court. "Oh, very well for you, monsieur," I cried out loudly, hoping he could hear me.
Maria had thought at first she would rather be alone on the gallery, but this reposeful and tender French girl at once became a necessity to her. "Peggy," said Angélique, "I hear Jules Vigo inquiring for you in the hall." "Then I shall take to the roof," responded Peggy. "Have some regard for Jules." "You may have, but I shan't. I will not dance with a kangaroo."
Philip was stirred to deal a counterstroke, and late in October a huge new Armada of nearly a hundred vessels sailed from Vigo Bay, its destination unknown save to Philip, its very existence unrealised in England, where no one believed that a Spanish fleet would put to sea so late in the year. The Irish chiefs however had notice that an invading force was coming. But the old story was repeated.
She turned them over; the skin was torn cruelly from her delicate palms and the inside of her fingers. Little threads of blood marked the scores. "Then I came here," she repeated. "In all my life I have never been in the streets alone not even for one step at noonday. Now will you tell me, M. Vigo, that I cannot go to St. Denis?" "Mademoiselle, it is yours to say what you can do."
My nerves calmed a little, but with my brain so aroused, I did a swift review of my whole existence aboard the Nautilus, every pleasant or unpleasant incident that had crossed my path since I went overboard from the Abraham Lincoln: the underwater hunting trip, the Torres Strait, our running aground, the savages of Papua, the coral cemetery, the Suez passageway, the island of Santorini, the Cretan diver, the Bay of Vigo, Atlantis, the Ice Bank, the South Pole, our imprisonment in the ice, the battle with the devilfish, the storm in the Gulf Stream, the Avenger, and that horrible scene of the vessel sinking with its crew . . . ! All these events passed before my eyes like backdrops unrolling upstage in a theater.
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