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Updated: June 16, 2025
You can't see it from here. No matter how smooth the sea is it seems to tumble down over some cliff under water and then come shooting up again, and it throws itself at the rocks and sends the spray up into the sky." "I'd like to go and see it," said Gard. "But I don't think I would like to swim. Could one get a boat?" "We have a boat with Nick Mollet in the bay below here," said Bernel.
She remembered, with a slight reddening still of the warm brown cheeks whenever she thought of it how, on the previous Sunday afternoon, she and Bernel had gone running over the downs through the waist-high bracken towards Brenière, the tide in their favourite pool below the rocks being too high for bathing.
Then run home both of you. Your things are at the top, Bernel. And here comes the brandy. Now, up you go! Do you think you can manage the ladders?" he asked Nance. "I'll manage them," and they crept away into the darkness of the adit, and Nance thought she had never been in such a hideous place in her life.
"That is how this youngster finds himself here Bernel, they call him. The old one is much away and the young one does his business hereabouts. And see the airs he puts on! One would think the Island belonged to him, and he hasn't had the grace to come and say how d'ye do to me yet. For myself " "For yourself, Aunt Jeanne?" "Eh b'en!" with a twinkle.
And on the slope above the Cromlech they had come suddenly on Gard, lying there looking out over the sea towards L'Etat. He had jumped up at sight of them and stood hesitating a moment. "Going for a bathe?" he asked, knowing the usual course of their proceedings. "Yes, we were," said Bernel. "You going?" with a glance at the towel Gard had brought out on the chance of a dip.
Then he got up quickly and cried, as softly as herself, but with joy and laughter in his voice "Why, Nance! My dear, I was not sure whether you were a ghost or a devil-fish;" and he sprang down towards her. And then, to his amazement, he saw that she was clad only in the clinging white garment in which he had seen her swim. Her next words confounded him. "Is Bernel here?" "Bernel, Nance?
"This always strikes me afresh, each time I see it, as one of the most extraordinary places I've come across," said Gard, as they dipped down towards the Coupée. "Wait till we're coming home," said Bernel hopefully. "Why?" "You see those clouds over there? That's wind sou'-west you'll see what it's like after church."
From where he stood he could look right in through the open door, and could hear their voices Nance and Bernel and Mrs. Hamon the interlopers, the schemers, the stealers of his rights. The shaft of light was eclipsed suddenly as Nance came out and tripped across the yard on some household duty. He remembered how he used to terrify her by springing out of the darkness at her.
"It's a grand thing to save a man's life, even if it's only John Thomas," for John Thomas had found this land of free spirits too much for him, and had become a soaker and an indifferent workman. "He'll be all right after a bit," he added. "I told them to send down some brandy," at which John Thomas groaned heavily to show his extremity. "As soon as it comes, Bernel, you help Nance up the ladders.
Some day, he said, perhaps our Coupée will go and we'll be an island just as L'Etat is." "It won't be this week," said Bernel philosophically. "It looks like the top of a high mountain just sticking up out of the water," said Gard, fascinated by the ceaseless rush of those monstrous waves in an otherwise calm sea. "I suppose that is what it is," said Nance. "It's far worse at the other end.
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