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Updated: June 14, 2025
You wish to employ me for a second time as the secret instrument of your espionage. 'Captain Ferragut is such an enamored simpleton, you have said to one another.
"Cristo!..." And his astonishment, his surprise, did not permit him to utter any other exclamation. Then he burst out furiously. "Throw her overboard!... Let two men lay hold of her and put her back on the wharf, by main force, if necessary." But Toni hesitated, not daring to comply with such commands. And the impetuous Ferragut rushed outside of his cabin to do himself what had been ordered.
On the other hand the voice of prudence, always cautious and temperate, was now showing an heroic tranquillity, speaking like a man of peace who considers his obligations superior to his life. "Be calm, Ferragut; you have sold your person with your boat, and they have given you millions for it.
With one hand he was holding the door half open, his fingers fumbling with an enormous archaic bolt on the under side which had belonged to a much larger door and looked as though it were going to fall from the wood because of its excessive size.... Ferragut surmised that this bolt was going to count heavily, with all its weight, in the bill for dinner.
Ferragut saw that he must not insist. The slovenly old wife was furious over the flight of the German ladies, and was examining the sailor as a probable spy fit for patriotic denunciation. Nevertheless, through professional honor, she told him that the blonde signora, the younger and more attractive one, had thought of him on going away, leaving his baggage in the porter's room.
Others used the bottles of champagne lined up on the shelves of the cafés as a target for their revolvers, paying cash for all that they broke. From this trip Ferragut gained a feeling of pride and confidence that made him scornful of every danger.
With females he never could carry out any order.... Toni, on his part, appeared in an agony of shame before this woman who was looking at him defiantly. The two disappeared. Ferragut was not able to say exactly how they got away, but he was glad of it. He feared that the recent arrival might allude in their presence to the things of the past. He remained contemplating her a long time.
"They're all the same, Spaniards, Italians, Frenchmen.... They were born for the same thing. They hardly meet an attractive woman but they believe that they are evading their obligations if they do not beg for her love and what comes afterward.... Cannot a man and woman simply be friends? Couldn't you be just a good comrade and treat me as a companion?" Ferragut protested energetically.
The South had replied to the invasion from the North with defensive wars that had extended even into the center of Europe. And thus history had gone on repeating itself with the same flux and reflux of human waves mankind struggling for thousands of years to gain or hold the blue vault of Amphitrite. The Mediterranean peoples were to Ferragut the aristocracy of humanity.
And Ferragut laughed in his turn at poor Science, ignorant and defenseless before the mysterious immensity of the ocean, and having scarcely achieved the measurement of its great depth.
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