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"And what should you do, puppy, if your hands were unbound?" He
took his prisoner by the breast of his doublet and shook him.
"Answer me! What should you do? Tchah! You empty windbag!
You...." And then came a torrent of words unknown to mademoiselle,
yet of whose foulness her intuitions made her conscious.
With blanched cheeks she stood by the cabin table, and cried out
to Levasseur to stop. To obey her, he opened the door, and flung
her brother through it.
"Put that rubbish under hatches until I call for it again," he
roared, and shut the door.
Composing himself, he turned to the girl again with a deprecatory
smile. But no smile answered him from her set face. She had seen
her beloved hero's nature in curl-papers, as it were, and she found
the spectacle disgusting and terrifying. It recalled the brutal
slaughter of the Dutch captain, and suddenly she realized that what
her brother had just said of this man was no more than true. Fear
growing to panic was written on her face, as she stood there leaning
for support against the table.


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