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Updated: June 16, 2025
"You don't know our Sark men.... They do things first and are sorry after.... Bernel heard them planning it all.... The men from Sark were to meet these ones, and then " "But," he said angrily, "running away looks like " "No, no! Not here.... And it is only for a time. The truth will come out, but it would be too late if they had got you." "What would they have done with me?" "Oh terrible things.
"Goin' to fight him, Tom?" drawled one, in the patois. " him!" growled Tom, but made no move that way. And Gard turned and went over to Nance and Bernel, who were sheltering from the storm in lee of one of the cottages.
Your money and mine take more than half of what he gets. If you'll put yours to mine I'll make up the difference from what I've saved, and we'll retraite the farm, and it shall go to Nance and Bernel when the time comes." "I can't help thinking it's rather hard on Tom," suggested Mrs. Hamon, with less vigour than before.
Gard's mind was in a tumult of revolt, but he sensibly drove his feelings through his muscles to the blade of his oar, and said nothing. Nance and Bernel were not likely to have gone to these lengths without what seemed to them sufficient reason.
It took him some time to arrive at the correct relationship between young Tom and Nance and Bernel, for it seemed quite incredible that fruit so diverse should spring from one parent stem. For Tom was all that was rough and boorish rude to Mrs.
And, ma fé, it is good for a girl's tongue to be tied at times." Then, in answer to the enquiring looks he was casting at me, she said, "This is Phil Carré of Belfontaine, whom some folks thought dead. But I never did, and he's come back to show I was right. This is M. Bernel Torode of Herm, Phil, mon gars."
She dared not hope for so much the wish of her heart just an inch or so behind the desire for Gard's recovery. "The cutter this morning brought over one we had feared was lost " "Not not Bernel?" "Yes, my child, Bernel, by God's good mercy! He was picked up by a Granville trawler, and lay there ill for some days, and could only get back by Jersey and Guernsey.
For, though she loved the sea and ate fresh-caught fish with as much gusto as any, she hated seeing them caught almost as much as she hated having her fowls or piglets slaughtered for eating purposes, and never would touch them a delicacy of feeling at which Bernel openly scoffed but could not laugh her out of.
So, little by little, he grew into her barest toleration but apparently nothing more, and was puzzled at her aloofness and reserve, not understanding at all her bitter feeling against the mines and everything connected with them. The first time he went to church with her and Bernel was a great white-stone day to him.
Nance's lullaby stopped, she looked round with a reproving frown, and he went silently on his way. It was another Sunday afternoon that, as he lay in the bracken on the slope of a headland, he saw two slim figures racing down a bare slope on the opposite side of a wide blue gulf, with joyous chatter, and recognized Nance and Bernel. They disappeared and he felt lonely.
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