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The House of Morrel & Son.

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           "Thanks,myfriends,thanks!"criedMorrelgratefully;"takeittakeit;andifyoucanfindanotheremployer,enterhisservice;youarefreetodoso."Theselastwordsproducedaprodigiouseffectontheseaman.Penelonnearlyswallowedhisquid;fortunatelyherecovered."What,M.Morrel!"saidheinalowvoice,"yousendusaway;youarethenangrywithus!"

           "No,no,"saidM.Morrel,"Iamnotangry,quitethecontrary,andIdonotsendyouaway;butIhavenomoreships,andthereforeIdonotwantanysailors."

           "Nomoreships!"returnedPenelon;"well,then,you’llbuildsome;we’llwaitforyou."

           "Ihavenomoneytobuildshipswith,Penelon,"saidthepoorownermournfully,"soIcannotacceptyourkindoffer."

           "Nomoremoney?Thenyoumustnotpayus;wecanscud,likethePharaon,underbarepoles."

           "Enough,enough!"criedMorrel,almostoverpowered;"leaveme,Iprayyou;weshallmeetagaininahappiertime.Emmanuel,gowiththem,andseethatmyordersareexecuted."

           "Atleast,weshallseeeachotheragain,M.Morrel?"askedPenelon.

           "Yes;Ihopeso,atleast.Nowgo."HemadeasigntoCocles,whowentfirst;theseamenfollowedhimandEmmanuelbroughtuptherear."Now,"saidtheownertohiswifeanddaughter,"leaveme;Iwishtospeakwiththisgentleman.

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