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The Fifth of September.

           

           "Ah,sir,"exclaimedCocles,"whatcanitmean?thePharaon?"

           "Come,dearones,"saidMorrel,risingfromhisseat,"letusgoandsee,andheavenhavepityuponusifitbefalseintelligence!"Theyallwentout,andonthestairsmetMadameMorrel,whohadbeenafraidtogoupintothestudy.InamomenttheywereattheCannebiere.Therewasacrowdonthepier.AllthecrowdgavewaybeforeMorrel."ThePharaon,thePharaon!"saideveryvoice.

           And,wonderfultosee,infrontofthetowerofSaint–Jean,wasashipbearingonhersternthesewords,printedinwhiteletters,"ThePharaon,Morrel&Son,ofMarseilles."ShewastheexactduplicateoftheotherPharaon,andloaded,asthathadbeen,withcochinealandindigo.Shecastanchor,cluedupsails,andonthedeckwasCaptainGaumardgivingorders,andgoodoldPenelonmakingsignalstoM.Morrel.Todoubtanylongerwasimpossible;therewastheevidenceofthesenses,andtenthousandpersonswhocametocorroboratethetestimony.AsMorrelandhissonembracedonthepier-head,inthepresenceandamidtheapplauseofthewholecitywitnessingthisevent,aman,withhisfacehalf-coveredbyablackbeard,andwho,concealedbehindthesentry-box,watchedthescenewithdelight,utteredthesewordsinalowtone:"Behappy,nobleheart,beblessedforallthegoodthouhastdoneandwiltdohereafter,andletmygratituderemaininobscuritylikeyourgooddeeds

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