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"
Come
in
,
come
in
,
"
said
Morrel
,
"
for
I
presume
you
are
all
at
the
door
.
"
Scarcely
had
he
uttered
those
words
than
Madame
Morrel
entered
weeping
bitterly
.
Emmanuel
followed
her
,
and
in
the
antechamber
were
visible
the
rough
faces
of
seven
or
eight
half-naked
sailors
.
At
the
sight
of
these
men
the
Englishman
started
and
advanced
a
step
;
then
restrained
himself
,
and
retired
into
the
farthest
and
most
obscure
corner
of
the
apartment
.
Madame
Morrel
sat
down
by
her
husband
and
took
one
of
his
hands
in
hers
,
Julie
still
lay
with
her
head
on
his
shoulder
,
Emmanuel
stood
in
the
centre
of
the
chamber
and
seemed
to
form
the
link
between
Morrel
's
family
and
the
sailors
at
the
door
.
"
How
did
this
happen
?
"
said
Morrel
.
"
Draw
nearer
,
Penelon
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
"
and
tell
us
all
about
it
.
"
An
old
seaman
,
bronzed
by
the
tropical
sun
,
advanced
,
twirling
the
remains
of
a
tarpaulin
between
his
hands
.
"
Good-day
,
M.
Morrel
,
"
said
he
,
as
if
he
had
just
quitted
Marseilles
the
previous
evening
,
and
had
just
returned
from
Aix
or
Toulon
.
"
Good-day
,
Penelon
,
"
returned
Morrel
,
who
could
not
refrain
from
smiling
through
his
tears
,
"
where
is
the
captain
?
"
"
The
captain
,
M.
Morrel
--
he
has
stayed
behind
sick
at
Palma
;
but
please
God
,
it
wo
n't
be
much
,
and
you
will
see
him
in
a
few
days
all
alive
and
hearty
.
"
"
Well
,
now
tell
your
story
,
Penelon
.
"
Penelon
rolled
his
quid
in
his
cheek
,
placed
his
hand
before
his
mouth
,
turned
his
head
,
and
sent
a
long
jet
of
tobacco-juice
into
the
antechamber
,
advanced
his
foot
,
balanced
himself
,
and
began
--
"
You
see
,
M.
Morrel
,
"
said
he
,
"
we
were
somewhere
between
Cape
Blanc
and
Cape
Boyador
,
sailing
with
a
fair
breeze
,
south-south-west
after
a
week
's
calm
,
when
Captain
Gaumard
comes
up
to
me
--
I
was
at
the
helm
I
should
tell
you
--
and
says
,
'
Penelon
,
what
do
you
think
of
those
clouds
coming
up
over
there
?
'
I
was
just
then
looking
at
them
myself
.
'
What
do
I
think
,
captain
?
Why
I
think
that
they
are
rising
faster
than
they
have
any
business
to
do
,
and
that
they
would
not
be
so
black
if
they
did
n't
mean
mischief
.
'
--
'
That
's
my
opinion
too
,
'
said
the
captain
,
'
and
I
'll
take
precautions
accordingly
.
We
are
carrying
too
much
canvas
.
Avast
,
there
,
all
hands
!
Take
in
the
studding-sl
's
and
stow
the
flying
jib
.
'
It
was
time
;
the
squall
was
on
us
,
and
the
vessel
began
to
heel
.
'
Ah
,
'
said
the
captain
,
'
we
have
still
too
much
canvas
set
;
all
hands
lower
the
mains
'
l
!
'
Five
minutes
after
,
it
was
down
;
and
we
sailed
under
mizzen-tops
'
ls
and
to
'
gall
'n
t
sails
.
'
Well
,
Penelon
,
'
said
the
captain
,
'
what
makes
you
shake
your
head
?
'
'
Why
,
'
I
says
,
'
I
still
think
you
've
got
too
much
on
.
'
'
I
think
you
're
right
,
'
answered
he
,
'
we
shall
have
a
gale
.
'
'
A
gale
?
More
than
that
,
we
shall
have
a
tempest
,
or
I
do
n't
know
what
's
what
.
