An Attic Philosopher in Paris — Volume 2 by Emile Souvestre
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page 38 of 56 (67%)
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"A gust of wind capsized us; and just as I came up above water, I
saw the captain sinking. I went after him, as was my duty, and, after diving three times, I brought him to the surface, which pleased him much; for when we were hoisted on board, and he had recovered his senses, he threw his arms round my neck, as he would have done to an officer. "I do not hide from you, dear mother, that this has delighted me. But it isn't all; it seems that fishing up the captain has reminded them that I had a good character, and they have just told me that I am promoted to be a sailor of the first class! Directly I knew it, I cried out, 'My mother shall have coffee twice a day!' And really, dear mother, there is nothing now to hinder you, as I shall now have a larger allowance to send you. "I include by begging you to take care of yourself if you wish to do me good; for nothing makes me feel so well as to think that you want for nothing. "Your son, from the bottom of my heart, JACQUES." This is the answer that the portress dictated to me: "MY GOOD JACQUOT: It makes me very happy to see that your heart is still as true as ever, and that you will never shame those who have brought you up. I need not tell you to take care of your life, because you know it is the same as my own, and that without you, |
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