She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still
crooked underneath her chin. Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the
city? They had come up on the same boat. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than
life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. ’
‘Oui, mais—’
‘You are, without exception, the most unprincipled, the most unscrupulous, the
most shameless, immoral, devious—’
‘Pardon me, sir,’ burst in Mrs Ibstock suddenly, her tone belligerent, bringing
the captain’s tirade to an abrupt halt as he turned to glare at her. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a
grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit.
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