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He looked at her in some embarrassment. ‘Do you mean to tell me,’ enquired the captain at length, ‘that you have had
the infernal audacity, the—the gall, the—the— Gad, it’s an outrage! You’ve
stolen a horse from a priest?’
‘I did not steal it,’ protested Melusine hotly. And for me there is only
one treasure-house. ‘Ah. I knew it was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint,
so I had recourse to stratagem. “I am fairly well known here. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of
abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes
with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. The settlements which he has spoken of, too, are most
munificent. “Let me help you,” he begged. Ah, Thierry and
Poussaint, if my memory serves me. Old saltwater was right. “Bother it all!” she swore. True, on board the
ships she had watched young men from afar, but only with that normal curiosity
which is aroused in the presence of any new species. ’
She waved towards a handy table to one side which was piled high with so
many volumes, it looked in imminent danger of crashing to the floor.
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