THE UNSPEAKABLE GENTLEMAN
of a fishing boat, pulled just above the tide mark. A minute later Brutus came running toward us.
My father was evidently used to such small matters. Indeed, the whole affair seemed such a part of his daily life as to demand nothing unusual. He glanced casually at the waves and the boat, tossed off his cloak on the sand, carefully wrapped his pistols inside it, and placed the bundle carefully beneath a thwart.
"The rocket, Brutus," said my father. "if you will get in, Mademoiselle, we will contrive to push you through the breakers. Best take your coat off, my son, and place it over the pistols."
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