The Phantom Ship. Фредерик Марриет

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СКАЧАТЬ truly—ought I to persuade her to mate herself with one whose life will be so precarious? but is not every sailor's life precarious, daring the angry waves, with but an inch of plank 'tween him and death? Besides, I am chosen to fulfil a task—and if so, what can hurt me, till in Heaven's own time it is accomplished? but then how soon, and how is it to end? in death! I wish my blood were cooler, that I might reason better.

      Such were the meditations of Philip Vanderdecken, and long did he revolve such chances in his mind. At last the day dawned, and as he perceived the blush upon the horizon, less careful of his watch he slumbered where he sat. A slight pressure on the shoulder made him start up and draw the pistol from his bosom. He turned round and beheld Amine.

      "And that pistol was intended for me," said Amine, smiling, repeating Philip's words of the night before.

      "For you, Amine?—yes, to defend you, if 'twere necessary, once more."

      "I know it would—how kind of you to watch this tedious night after so much exertion and fatigue! but it is now broad day."

      "Until I saw the dawn, Amine, I kept a faithful watch."

      "But now retire and take some rest. My father is risen—you can lie down on his bed."

      "I thank you, but I feel no wish for sleep. There is much to do. We must to the burgomaster and state the facts, and these bodies must remain where they are until the whole is known. Will your father go, Amine, or shall I?"

      "My father surely is the more proper person, as the proprietor of the house. You must remain; and if you will not sleep, you must take some refreshment. I will go in and tell my father; he has already taken his morning's meal."

      Amine went in, and soon returned with her father, who had consented to go to the burgomaster. He saluted Philip kindly as he came out; shuddered as he passed on one side to avoid stepping over the dead bodies, and went off at a quick pace to the adjacent town, where the burgomaster resided.

      Amine desired Philip to follow her, and they went into her father's room, where, to his surprise, he found some coffee ready for him—at that time a rarity, and one which Philip did not expect to find in the house of the penurious Mynheer Poots; but it was a luxury which, from his former life, the old man could not dispense with.

      Philip, who had not tasted food for nearly twenty-four hours, was not sorry to avail himself of what was placed before him. Amine sat down opposite to him, and was silent during his repast.

      "Amine," said Philip at last, "I have had plenty of time for reflection during this night, as I watched at the door. May I speak freely?"

      "Why not?" replied Amine. "I feel assured that you will say nothing that you should not say, or should not meet a maiden's ear."

      "You do me justice, Amine. My thoughts have been upon you and your father. You cannot stay in this lone habitation."

      "I feel it is too lonely; that is, for his safety—perhaps for mine—but you know my father—the very loneliness suits him, the price paid for rent is little, and he is careful of his money."

      "The man who would be careful of his money should place it in security—here it is not secure. Now hear me, Amine. I have a cottage surrounded, as you may have heard, by many others, which mutually protect each other. That cottage I am about to leave—perhaps for ever; for I intend to sail by the first ship to the Indian seas."

      "The Indian seas! why so?—did you not last night talk of thousands of guilders?"

      "I did, and they are there; but, Amine, I must go—it is my duty. Ask me no more, but listen to what I now propose. Your father must live in my cottage; he must take care of it for me in my absence; he will do me a favour by consenting; and you must persuade him. You will there be safe. He must also take care of my money for me. I want it not at present—I cannot take it with me."

      "My father is not to be trusted with the money of other people."

      "Why does your father hoard? He cannot take his money with him when he is called away. It must be all for you—and is not then my money safe?"

      "Leave it then in my charge, and it will be safe; but why need you go and risk your life upon the water, when you have such ample means?"

      "Amine, ask not that question. It is my duty as a son, and more I cannot tell, at least at present."

      "If it is your duty, I ask no more. It was not womanish curiosity—no, no—it was a better feeling, I assure you, which prompted me to put the question."

      "And what was the better feeling, Amine?"

      "I hardly know—many good feelings perhaps mixed up together—gratitude, esteem, respect, confidence, good-will. Are not these sufficient?"

      "Yes, indeed, Amine, and much to gain upon so short an acquaintance; but still I feel them all, and more, for you. If, then, you feel so much for me, do oblige me by persuading your father to leave this lonely house this day, and take up his abode in mine."

      "And where do you intend to go yourself?"

      "If your father will not admit me as a boarder for the short time I remain here, I will seek some shelter elsewhere; but if he will, I will indemnify him well—that is, if you raise no objection to my being for a few days in the house?"

      "Why should I? Our habitation is no longer safe, and you offer us a shelter. It were, indeed, unjust and most ungrateful to turn you out from beneath your own roof."

      "Then persuade him, Amine. I will accept of nothing, but take it as a favour; for I should depart in sorrow if I saw you not in safety.—Will you promise me?"

      "I do promise to use my best endeavours—nay, I may as well say at once it shall be so; for I know my influence. Here is my hand upon it. Will that content you?"

      Philip took the small hand extended towards him. His feelings overcame his discretion; he raised it to his lips. He looked up to see if Amine was displeased, and found her dark eye fixed upon him, as once before when she admitted him, as if she would see his thoughts—but the hand was not withdrawn.

      "Indeed, Amine," said Philip, kissing her hand once more, "you may confide in me."

      "I hope—I think—nay, I am sure I may," at last replied she.

      Philip released her hand. Amine returned to the seat, and for some time remained silent and in a pensive attitude. Philip also had his own thoughts, and did not open his lips. At last Amine spoke.

      "I think I have heard my father say that your mother was very poor—a little deranged; and that there was a chamber in the house which had been shut up for years."

      "It was shut up till yesterday."

      "And there you found your money? Did your mother not know of the money?"

      "She did, for she spoke of it on her death-bed."

      "There must have been some potent reasons for not opening the chamber."

      "There were."

      "What were they, Philip?" said Amine, in a soft and low tone of voice.

      "I must not tell, at least I ought not. This must satisfy you—'twas the fear of an apparition."

      "What apparition?"

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