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Updated: June 16, 2025
Gard confessed to himself that, alone, he would never have dared to face that perilous storm-swept bridge. But the small hand of a girl made all the difference and he stepped alongside her without a tremor. "B'en, Monsieur Gard, was I right?" shouted Bernel in his ear, as they stepped within the shelter of the cutting on the farther side. "You were right. It's a terrible place in a gale."
Anything might have happened to her. The waters might have swallowed her, as they had Bernel. The thoughts would surge up behind his prayer, but he prayed them down again and again and clung to his prayer and his hope. It seemed hours since they parted, since his last glimpse of her as the black waters swallowed the slim white figure, and seemed to laugh scornfully at its smallness and weakness.
They had not gone more than a hundred yards when, through some freakish funnelling of the tumbled headlands, the gale gripped them like a giant playing with pigmies, caught them up, flung them bodily across the road and held Gard and Bernel pinned and panting against the green bank, while Nance disappeared over it into the shrieking darkness.
The sun blazed hot next day, and he spread himself out in it to warm, and all his soaked things in it to dry, and blessed it for its wholesome vigour. Nance or Bernel would be sure to come as soon as the tide served at night, and he would net be sorry for a change of diet; meanwhile, he could get along all right with the unwilling assistance of the puffins.
Besides, young Tom had long since proved his strength equal to his father's, and remonstrance or rebuke would have produced no effect. As to Bernel, he was only a boy as yet, but he was Nance's boy and all she would have wished him.
Hamon had sprung up with clasped hands and piteous face. Nance and Bernel had sprung up also, with distress in their faces but still more of interest. They had come to a certain reliance on Gard's powers, and how many and many a time had they longed to be able to give Tom a well-deserved thrashing! Through the open door of her room came Grannie's hard little voice, "Now then! Now then!
"Quite sure you don't mind?" asked Gard, doubtful still. "If I have the cave. It's generally the one who gets there first, and Bern goes quicker than I do." "Of course. You're only a girl," laughed Bernel, as he raced on down the slope.
She had sentiments also regarding the rabbits Bernel shot on the cliffs, but being wild, and she herself having had no hand in their upbringing and not having known them intimately, she accepted them as natural provision, though not without compunctions at times concerning possible families of orphans left totally unprovided for.
And while he still stood peering into the darkness into which she had merged, she suddenly materialized again and was by his side. "I forgot. Bernel told me to tell you it throws a little high. But I hope you won't need it. And there is fresh water among the rocks at the south end there." He caught her to him again, and kissed her ardently, and then she was gone.
No, dear, he is not here. Why " "Did he not get here last night?" she jerked sharply. "No. No one. I was hoping " But she had sunk down against the great stones of the shelter, with her hands before her face. "Mon Gyu, mon Gyu! Then he is dead! Oh, my poor one! My dear one!" "Nance! Nance! What is it all, dearest? Did Bernel try to come across last night " "Yes, yes! He would come.
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