a woman of thirty-第40章
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gh the other three children were there； he was worn out with fatigue； and looked old already with that night's work。
〃You have been very cold to your daughter；〃 he said； turning his eyes on his wife。〃And now this is all that is left to us of her；〃 he added； indicating the embroidery frame； and the flower just begun。 〃Only just now she was there； and now she is lost 。 。 。 lost！〃
Tears followed； he hid his face in his hands； and for a few minutes he said no more； he could not bear the sight of the room； which so short a time ago had made a setting to a picture of the sweetest family happiness。 The winter dawn was struggling with the dying lamplight； the tapers burned down to their paper… wreaths and flared out； everything was all in keeping with the father's despair。
〃This must be destroyed；〃 he said after a pause； pointing to the tambour…frame。 〃I shall never bear to see anything again that reminds us of /her/！〃
The terrible Christmas night when the Marquis and his wife lost their oldest daughter； powerless to oppose the mysterious influence exercised by the man who involuntarily； as it were； stole Helene from them； was like a warning sent by Fate。 The Marquis was ruined by the failure of his stock…broker； he borrowed money on his wife's property； and lost it in the endeavor to retrieve his fortunes。 Driven to desperate expedients； he left France。 Six years went by。 His family seldom had news of him； but a few days before Spain recognized the independence of the American Republics； he wrote that he was coming home。
So； one fine morning； it happened that several French merchants were on board a Spanish brig that lay a few leagues out from Bordeaux； impatient to reach their native land again； with wealth acquired by long years of toil and perilous adventures in Venezuela and Mexico。
One of the passengers； a man who looked aged by trouble rather than by years； was leaning against the bulwark netting； apparently quite unaffected by the sight to be seen from the upper deck。 The bright day； the sense that the voyage was safely over； had brought all the passengers above to greet their land。 The larger number of them insisted that they could see； far off in the distance； the houses and lighthouses on the coast of Gascony and the Tower of Cardouan； melting into the fantastic erections of white cloud along the horizon。 But for the silver fringe that played about their bows； and the long furrow swiftly effaced in their wake； they might have been perfectly still in mid…ocean； so calm was the sea。 The sky was magically clear； the dark blue of the vault above paled by imperceptible gradations； until it blended with the bluish water； a gleaming line that sparkled like stars marking the dividing line of sea。 The sunlight caught myriads of facets over the wide surface of the ocean； in such a sort that the vast plains of salt water looked perhaps more full of light than the fields of sky。
The brig had set all her canvas。 The snowy sails； swelled by the strangely soft wind； the labyrinth of cordage； and the yellow flags flying at the masthead； all stood out sharp and uncompromisingly clear against the vivid background of space； sky； and sea； there was nothing to alter the color but the shadow cast by the great cloudlike sails。
A glorious day； a fair wind； and the fatherland in sight； a sea like a mill…pond； the melancholy sound of the ripples； a fair； solitary vessel； gliding across the surface of the water like a woman stealing out to a trystit was a picture full of harmony。 That mere speck full of movement was a starting…point whence the soul of man could descry the immutable vast of space。 Solitude and bustling life； silence and sound； were all brought together in strange abrupt contrast； you could not tell where life； or sound； or silence； and nothingness lay； and no human voice broke the divine spell。
The Spanish captain； the crew； and the French passengers sat or stood； in a mood of devout ecstasy； in which many memories blended。 There was idleness in the air。 The beaming faces told of complete forgetfulness of past hardships； the men were rocked on the fair vessel as in a golden dream。 Yet； from time to time the elderly passenger； leaning over the bulwark nettings； looked with something like uneasiness at the horizon。 Distrust of the ways of Fate could be read in his whole face； he seemed to fear that he should not reach the coast of France in time。 This was the Marquis。 Fortune had not been deaf to his despairing cry and struggles。 After five years of endeavor and painful toil； he was a wealthy man once more。 In his impatience to reach his home again and to bring the good news to his family； he had followed the example set by some French merchants in Havana； and embarked with them on a Spanish vessel with a cargo for Bordeaux。 And now； grown tired of evil forebodings； his fancy was tracing out for him the most delicious pictures of past happiness。 In that far…off brown line of land he seemed to see his wife and children。 He sat in his place by the fireside； they were crowding about him； he felt their caresses。 Moina had grown to be a young girl； she was beautiful； and tall； and striking。 The fancied picture had grown almost real； when the tears filled his eyes； and； to hide his emotion； he turned his face towards the sea…line； opposite the hazy streak that meant land。
〃There she is again。 。 。 。 She is following us！〃 he said。
〃What？〃 cried the Spanish captain。
〃There is a vessel；〃 muttered the General。
〃I saw her yesterday；〃 answered Captain Gomez。 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。
〃She is a Columbian privateer；〃 the captain said in his ear； 〃and we are still six leagues from land； and the wind is dropping。〃
〃She is not /going/ ahead； she is flying； as if she knew that in two hours' time her prey would escape her。 What audacity！〃
〃Audacity！〃 cried the captain。 〃Oh！ she is not called the /Othello/ for nothing。 Not so long back she sank a Spanish frigate that carried thirty guns！ This is the one thing I was afraid of； for I had a notion that she was cruising about somewhere off the Antilles。Aha！〃 he added after a pause； as he watched the sails of his own vessel； 〃the wind is rising； we are making way。 Get through we must； for 'the Parisian' will show us no mercy。〃
〃She is making way too！〃 returned the General。
The /Othello/ was scarce three leagues away by this time； and although the conversation between the Marquis and Captain Gomez had taken place apart； passengers and crew； attracted by the sudden appearance of a sail； came to that side of the vessel。 With scarcely an exception； however； they took the privateer for a merchantman； and watched her course with interest； till all at once a sailor shouted with some energy of language：
〃By Saint…James； it is all up with us！ Yonder is the Parisian captain！〃
At that terrible name dismay； and a panic impossible to describe； spread through the brig。 The Spanish captain's orders put energy into the crew for a while； and in his resolute determination to make land at all costs； he set all the studding sails； and crowded on every stitch of canvas on board。 But all this was not the work of a moment； and naturally the men did not work together with that wonderful unanimity so fascinating to watch on board a man…of…war。 The /Othello/ meanwhile； thanks to the trimming of her sails； flew over the water like a swallow； but she was making； to all appearance； so little headway； that the unlucky Frenchmen began to entertain sweet delusive hopes。 At last； after unheard…of efforts； the /Saint…Ferdinand/ sprang forward； Gomez himself directing the shifting of the sheets with voice and gesture； when all at once the man at the tiller； steering at random （purposely； no doubt）； swung the vessel round。 The wind striking athwart the beam； the sails shivered so unexpectedly that the brig heeled to one side； the booms were carried away；
