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A Frenchman stays at the post of duty.
As captain, I was responsible for the lives of all on board. I was,
therefore, the last to leave the sinking _Zephire_. Cecile was hoisted
up the side of the _Lepante_ first. I heard a shriek. In the
just-beginning twilight I could see two figures.
A man's and a woman's. I knew them.
Marc had raised Cecile on to the deck of the _Lepante_, and had
recognised her, and she him.
The horrors of the storm, of the shipwreck, the prospect of death, were
to me as nothing to this meeting.
Marc and Cecile!
In a few seconds I was safe on the deck of the _Lepante_.