The vague disquietude whibsp;prevailed among the spectators had so mubsp;affected one of the crowd that he did not await the arrival of the vesl in harbor, but jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the Pharaon, whibsp;he reached as she rounded into La Rerve basin.
When the young man on board saw this person approabsp;he left his station by the pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over the ship''s bulwarks.
He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with blabsp;eyes, and hair as dark as a raven''s wing; and his whole appearanbsp;bespoke that ess and resolution peculiar to men aced from their cradle to tend with danger.
“Ah, is it you, Dantes?" cried the man in the skiff.
"What''s the matter? and why have you subsp;an air of sadness aboard?"“A great misfortune, M. Morrel," replied the young man,—"a great misfortune, for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere.”“And the cargo?" inquired the owner, eagerly.
“Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied on that head.
The vague disquietude whibsp;prevailed among the spectators had so mubsp;affected one of the crowd that he did not await the arrival of the vesl in harbor, but jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the Pharaon, whibsp;he reached as she rounded into La Rerve basin.
When the young man on board saw this person approabsp;he left his station by the pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over the ship''s bulwarks.
He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with blabsp;eyes, and hair as dark as a raven''s wing; and his whole appearanbsp;bespoke that ess and resolution peculiar to men aced from their cradle to tend with danger.
“Ah, is it you, Dantes?" cried the man in the skiff.
"What''s the matter? and why have you subsp;an air of sadness aboard?"“A great misfortune, M. Morrel," replied the young man,—"a great misfortune, for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere.”“And the cargo?" inquired the owner, eagerly.
“Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied on that head.
But poor Captain Leclere—"“What happened to him?" asked the owner, with an air of siderable resignation.