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And Nance, seeing the bulk of the man, and careless of everything but Bernel who seemed so very small compared with him, threw off her sun-bonnet and linen jacket, loosed a button, and was gone like a white flash after the two of them. Gard was in the assay office not far away.
And he thought of Nance, and of Bernel, and of all the whole matter again; white thoughts and black thoughts, but chiefly white because of Nance, and Nance was a fact, while the black thoughts were shadows confusing as the mist. He could only devoutly hope and pray that a clean wind might come and put the shadows to flight and let the sun of truth shine through.
And then, without warning, a wave greater than any that had gone before it, hurled itself up the rocks and came roaring over the black ledges into the bay, and the man was gone. Nance and Bernel had straightened up instantly at the sound of its coming. Their eyes swept the rocks, and caught a glimpse of the dark body tumbling with the cascade of foam into Port Gorey.
"You, Bernel?" he queried, as the only possible alternative. "Yes, Mr. Gard. I've brought you some more things to eat." "Good lad! I'm a great trouble to you. Where is Nance? In the boat?" "No, she couldn't come. That Julie's watching her like a cat. It was she and Peter stirred up the men against you.
Hamon, coarse, and at times overbearing to Nance and Bernel, to such an extent, indeed, that more than once Gard had difficulty in remembering that he himself was only a visitor on sufferance and not entitled to interfere in such intimate family matters. Tom was not slow to perceive this, and in consequence set himself deliberately to provoke it by behaviour even more outrageous than usual.
Hamon and Nance and Bernel had the room next Grannie's for a kitchen, and the great loft for bedrooms, all the necessary and duly specified alterations to be made at Tom's expense, and Mr. Tanquerel to see them carried out at once. Grannie's other room was to become their sitting-room also and they were to provide for her as hitherto.
He had no right to say such things or do what he did." "It's always good to see him licked," said Bernel with gusto. "Nance and I used to try, but he was too big for us." Mrs. Hamon had gone in with a white face to explain things to Grannie. She came back presently and said briefly to Gard, "She wants you," and he went in to the old lady. "You did well, Stephen Gard," she chirped.
"Now tell me, Bernel, if they find out I'm here what will they do?" "They might come across and try and take you, unless they cool down; and that won't be so long as that Julie and Peter talk as they do. She makes him do everything she tells him. He's a sheep." "And if they come across, what do you and Nance expect me to do?" "You've got my gun," said the boy simply. "Yes, I've got your gun.
When they got back with the box and bag, which no one had touched since they were dropped on to the platform four hours before, they found that Nance and Bernel had got home and gone off to bed, having taken advantage of being across in Sark to call on some of their friends there.
Bernel as soon as he grew to persecutable age provided Tom with another victim. But time was on the victims' side, and when Nance got to be twelve Bernel being then eight and Tom eighteen their combined energies and furies of revolt against his oppressions put matters more on a level. Many a pitched battle they had, and sometimes almost won.
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