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But I rejoiced at it, remembering my grandfather's saying in my own case; and even when the results of it seemed to drop little veils between us, I am certain I never wished things otherwise so far as Carette was concerned, though perhaps for my own sake I might. Jean Le Marchant of Brecqhou had prospered in his business, I knew.
... All the west was dark and dim. The sea was the colour of lead. Brecqhou was a long black shadow. Herm and Jethou were darker spots on the dimness beyond, and Guernsey was not to be seen. The sky up above me was thin and vague. But away in the east over France, behind long banks of soft dark cloud, it was thinner and rarer still, and seemed to throb with a little pulse of life.
He seems pleased to have me too, and that's something." "I'd much sooner think of you with him," said my mother. "I know nothing of Monsieur Torode, but nobody seems to like him." George Hamon said much the same thing, and spoke highly of John Ozanne as a cautious seaman, which I well knew him to be. Jeanne Falla laughed heartily when I told her of my visit to Brecqhou, which I did very fully.
The house indeed might offer us shelter for a time, but the end would only be delayed. So I edged off from Brecqhou, thinking to run for Havre Gosselin, and then, with senses quickened to the occasion, I saw that Havre Gosselin would serve us no better. Port és Saies, Grande Grève, Vermandés, Les Fontaines, Port Gorey, I ran them rapidly through my mind and saw the same objection to all.
"I'm beginning to think you're of a grasping disposition, Johnnie. If you don't take care you'll die rich." "Go'zamin, I wu'n't mind." Then Graeme came out again, with the hamper he had had packed in the kitchen under his own supervision, and their cloaks, which, thanks to Johnnie, he had picked off the nails in the passage, and they set off for Havre Gosselin and Brecqhou.
But" and her face saddened "you do not know what has befallen them." "Helier feared they were wiped out." "Almost. Monsieur Le Marchant and Martin, the eldest boy, got home sorely wounded. They are still there on Brecqhou, and Carette is nursing them back to life.
And the sea still lay like lead out there, but I began to catch the gleam of white teeth along the sides of Brecqhou, and down below in Havre Gosselin I could hear the long waves growling among the rocks. And now there came a stir in the air like the waking breaths of a sleeper. The shadows behind Herm and Jethou thickened and darkened.
Even then they did not stir till nightfall. But after it was dark, they lighted bonfires upon suitable promontories, especially towards Brecqhou and the Gouliot channel, where snags are numerous, and gathered in their harvest in the morning. 'But, Drake interrupted, 'what on earth has that to do with 'Miss Le Mesurier? A great deal, as you will see if you listen patiently.
The Outcasts of Brecqhou. Marooned on an Uninhabited Island. Three Weeks Alone." "I'm off for a look round," said Graeme. "If that boat should be waiting for us, somewhere down below, it would be too stupid for us to be waiting for it up here," and he turned up his coat collar and pulled his cap over his brows. "You'll get soaked," said Margaret.
That was only a hint. Who are you, and what do you want here?" "I'm Phil Carré, of Belfontaine. I want to see Monsieur Le Marchant and Ma'm'zelle Carette." "Oh, you do, do you? And what do you want with them?" "I'll tell them when I see them. Do you always wish your friends good-morning with a musket on Brecqhou?" "Our friends don't come till they're asked."
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