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And he felt Nance's guiding hand trembling violently in his once more, and he said to himself that she and Bernel knew better than he how the land lay, and that he could not have done other than he had done. Then he became aware that the dew was drenching him, and so he bent and groped in the dark for the shelter Nance had spoken of.
I'll tell you what I'll do I'll pay you out your dower right in hard cash. Will that satisfy you?" If he died she would have a life interest in one-third of the farm, but could not, of course, will it to Nance or Bernel. If he sold the farm and paid her her lawful third in cash, she could do what she chose with it. It was therefore distinctly to her own interest to fall in with his plan.
When the rumour at length reached Tom's ears, he, not unnaturally perhaps, set down the whole matter as a plot to oust him from his heritage and put Nance and Bernel in his place. So his anger grew, and he was powerless. And the impotence of an angry man may lead him into gruesome paths.
"Ah, you, Bernel, as soon as you've done your supper run over and tell Mr. Le Pelley that his white stallion is on our common, and he'd better send for him." "I'll ride him home," said the boy exultingly. "No you won't, Bern," said his sister quickly. "He's not safe. You know what an awkward beast he is at times, and you could never get him across the Coupée." "Pooh! I'd ride him across any day."
Nance disappeared round a corner, and the next he saw of her she was swimming boldly out towards Brenière point, and in a moment he and Bernel were after her. "Don't go past the point," jerked Bernel. "She's gone."
He was to come along with the Sénéchal in a quarter of an hour " But Nance had fallen on her knees and buried her face in the bed-clothes, lest any but God should see it in the rapture of its breaking. "Dieu merci! Dieu merci! Dieu merci!" she was crying, though none of them heard it. And "Thank God!" said Stephen Gard with fervour for Bernel, and for himself, but most of all for Nance.
An excellent scheme, therefore, for all concerned except young Tom, who would have to behave himself better than he was in the habit of doing or suffer the consequences. "Yes," said Nancy. "I don't see that I'd be doing right by Nance and Bernel not to agree to that. And if Tom behaves himself," at which Grannie grunted doubtfully, "he can have his share when the time comes."
"She's a fish in the water," said Bernel, "and she made me swim almost as soon as I could walk." "You see," said Nance, in her decisive little way, "many of our Sark men won't learn to swim. They think it's mistrusting God. But that seems to me foolish. Every man who goes down to the sea ought to be able to swim besides, it's terribly nice."
"But he's generally out fishing and you're always busy." "I'll take a holiday some day and you shall take me over." Time came when they went, but it was hardly a holiday undertaking. It was a few days after this that Gard had another proof of Nance's and Bernel's fearlessness and prowess in the waters they had conquered into friendliness. Bernel was a great fisherman.
For to rob a man of his rights in this fashion was past a man's bearing, and if he was to be ruined for the sake of that solemn-faced slip of a Nance and that young limb of a Bernel, he might as well take payment for it all, and cut their crowing, and give them something to remember him by. He had no very definite intentions. His mind was a chaos of whirling black furies.
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