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BROUGHT TO THE SCRATCH.
Take heed of still waters; they quick pass away.
Guy Oscard was sitting on the natural terrace in front of Durnovo's house at Msala, and Marie attended to his simple wants with that patient dignity which suggested the recollection of better times, and appealed strongly to the manhood of her fellow-servant Joseph.
Oscard was not good at the enunciation of those small amenities which are supposed to soothe the feelings of the temporarily debased.

He vaguely felt that this woman was not accustomed to menial service, but he knew that any suggestion of sympathy was more than he could compass.
So he merely spoke to her more gently than to the men, and perhaps she understood, despite her chocolate-coloured skin.
They had inaugurated a strange, unequal friendship during the three days that Oscard had been left alone at Msala.

Joseph had been promoted to the command of a certain number of the porters, and his domestic duties were laid aside.

Thus Marie was called upon to attend to Guy Oscard's daily wants.
"I think I'll take coffee," he was saying to her in reply to a question.
"Yes--coffee, please, Marie." He was smoking one of his big wooden pipes, staring straight in front of him with a placidity natural to his bulk.
The woman turned away with a little smile.