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He evidently did not believe a word I said, and I could not greatly blame him. I thought of them all at home, but mostly of my mother and of Carette. I had little expectation of ever seeing them again, but I was sure they would not have had me act otherwise. It was what my grandfather would have done, placed as I was, and no man could do better than that.
And," I said, plunging headlong at my chief object in coming, "my reasons stand there," and I pointed to Carette, who jumped at the suddenness of it, and coloured finely, and bit her lip, and sped away on some household duty which she had not thought of till that moment. Monsieur Le Marchant smiled, and the two young men laughed out. "Ma foi!" said the old man. "You are frank, mon gars."
And while I ate, I told her briefly where I had been, and what had kept me so long, and touched but lightly on the matter of Torode, for I saw that was not what she would care to hear. "And Carette?" I asked. "I know she is well, for Aunt Jeanne told me so;" and she looked up quickly, and I hastened to add, "We had to pass Beaumanoir, and I left Helier Le Marchant there.
These ran chiefly towards a sobriety of behaviour which was not natural to her, and which seemed to me assumed for my special benefit and tantalisation, and I was expecting every minute to see the sober cloak cast aside and the laughing Carette of earlier days dance out into the sunshine of our old camaraderie. Aunt Jeanne Falla's twinkling eyes furthered the hope. But it was not realised.
"I'm glad you're not on board there, Carette." "I think I am too just now," she laughed quietly. We took the north road at La Vauroque, where we came on George Hamon, gazing gloomily after Black Boy and his rider, who were flying along the road to Colinette, and judging from his face there was a curse on his lips as he turned to us, which was very unusual with him.
Elie Guérin and ma fé Judith Drillot! Now that's odd, for I always thought " "Perhaps they're Only pretending," I murmured, and Carette kicked her little heels into Gray Robin's ribs so hard that she nearly fell off at his astonished jump. "B'jou, Judi! B'jou, Elie! Good luck to you!" she cried, as they drew rein alongside, their faces radiant with smiles both for themselves and for us.
And in a moment the boy in the boat had drawn in his oars, and kicked off his shoes, and was ploughing sturdily through the belching coils. "You're all right, Carette," he cried, as he drove up alongside, and the swimmer grasped hurriedly at his extended arm. "We've done stiffer bits than this. Now rest a minute! All right? Come on then for the boat. Here you are! Hang on till I get in!"
"You'll have quite enough to do to take yourself across, I should say," and we were off. "I'll bring you back on Black Boy," cried Torode consolingly to Carette. Gray Robin's mild eyes glanced apprehensively into the depths as we went slowly over, and his ears and nostrils twitched to and fro at the growl of the surf down below on either side.
For here, in this close darkness, were we three within arm's length of one another; the man I had reason to fear and hate above any other on earth, and the price of whose life was my own, a price I would not pay; the woman whose life was dearer to me than my own, for whom I would gladly pay any price, even the utmost; and myself, by force of circumstances, the unwilling link that had brought them both there, and the menace to both their lives, for Torode came for me and Carette came with me.
"Wounded, Phil?" asked another, at sight of my arm, which hung limp and bleeding. "A scratch on the shoulder. Torode fired and I downed him with a rock." "Shall we follow them and give them a lesson?" "Let them go," I said. "I have got all I wanted, since Carette is safe." "Come, then. She is just round the corner there, getting her breath. We wouldn't let her come any nearer.
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