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She had none the less an hour of weakness the night that the _Bon-Pêcheur_ went to sea again, after more than a month in the ship-yard. Newly rigged and freshly painted for her cruise, she had returned three days before from Treport and lay alongside the quay ready to make sail for the autumn fishing. It was the longest cruise of the year and they hoped on it to make up for the losses of the summer.
It was the second week of August. The sea stretched away like a cloth of gold with silvery lights under a rosy sky crossed with ribbons of blue. Nothing was so beautiful as this great, grand calm, flooded with a wealth of sunlight, and the _Bon-Pêcheur_ seemed as if about to start toward regions of peace and rest. But the sky troubled Florimond. There were indications of rough weather toward the north. What should he do? After losing so many weeks should he waste more days? This was the time of the year for bad weather. He who follows the sea has a rough trade.