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Title: Memoirs of Dr. Thomas W. Evans: the second French empire
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Evans, Thomas Wiltberger, 1823-1897 Crane, Edward Augustus, 1832-1906
Subjects: France -- Court and courtiers France -- History Second Empire, 1852-1870
Publisher: New York : D. Appleton and company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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l fighting ship inthe British navy, was struggling with the storm at themouth of the Channel, where she sank an hour later, tak-ing down with her all on board, a crew of officers andmen five hundred in number; and—a remarkable coinci-dence—her commander was Sir Hugh Burgoyne, a cousinof the Sir John Burgoyne, on whose small cutter we wereso rejoiced to know we were to embark this night thatwe had never once thought of danger. The appallingnews of the loss of the Captain, which came to us verysoon after we arrived in England, impressed us very for-cibly with a sense of the risks and hazards of attemptingto cross the English Channel in such weather, in such aboat as the Gazelle, and of thankfulness that we ourselveshad not been swallowed up by the besieging and insa-tiable sea. We had gone but a few steps, when the puddles ofwater in the road and the uncertain light caused us toseparate and pick our way as best we could. Indeed, theEmpress, who was in advance of me and hurrying for-
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>—I X p H ec H -; pz <: 3D X a- THE EMBARKATION 373 ward eager to reach the quay, I am sure must several timeshave quite lost sight of me. At first we followed the road that skirts the seashore,going towards the lighthouse; and then, turning to theright, we entered a path that crossed some open fields andcame out at the Rue du Casino, not far from the placewhere stood the statue of the Duke de Morny—the Em-perors faithful and intelligent friend, his alter ego—towhom Deauville owes its existence as a fashionable seasideresort. As the Rue du Casino led almost directly to the headof the dock in which the Gazelle was lying, we crossed thePlace de Morny, and passing hurriedly by a cafe brilliantlylighted and from which issued the sound of drunken voices,we walked on in the middle of the street until, approach-ing the appointed rendezvous, we saw the man with thelantern, whom Sir John had put there to guide us to theyacht. Turning to the right and the left to avoid stacksof timb

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