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CHAPTER TEN - THE DUCHESS AND THE DEVIL

one's head, inevitably, bumped against the deck-beam above.
`We shall live through it,' said the duchess stoically, `an' that's more than many a man makin' a little trip to Tyburn could say.'
One of the aides-de-camp produced a last minute packet of ' despatches and demanded Hornblower's signature on the receipt; the last farewells were said, and Sir Hew and Lady Dalrymple went down the side again to the twittering of the pipes.
`Man the windlass!' bellowed Hornblower the moment the launch's crew bent to their oars.
A few seconds' lusty work brought Le Rue up to her anchor.
`Anchor's aweigh, sir,' reported Winyatt.
`Jib halliards 1' shouted Hornblower. 'Mains'l halliards !'
Le Beve came round before the wind as her sails were set
and her rudder took a grip on the water. Everyone was so busy catting the anchor and setting sail that it was Hornblower himself who dipped his colours in salute as Le Keve crept out beyond the mole before the gentle south-caster, and dipped her nose to the first of the big Atlantic rollers coming in through the Gut. Through the skylight beside him he heard a clatter and a wail, as something fell in the cabin with that first roll, but he could spare no attention for the woman below. He had the glass to his eye now, training it first on Algeciras and then upon Tarifa - some well-manned privateer or ship of war might easily dash out to snap up such a defenceless prey as Le Beve. He could not relax while the forenoon watch wore on. They rounded Cape Marroqui and he set a course for St Vincent, and then the mountains of Southern Spain began to sink below the horizon. Cape Trafalgar was just visible on the starboard bow when at last he shut the telescope and began to wonder about dinner; it was pleasant to be captain of his own ship and to be able to order dinner when he chose. His aching legs told him he had been on his feet too long - eleven continuous hours; if the future

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