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How I wish she had known!" sighed Carette longingly, for Aunt Jeanne Falla's gâche had a name all over Sercq. "And everybody is well except old Père Guérin, and he is cutting a new tooth, they say, and it makes him sour in the temper." "Why, he's over ninety!" exclaimed Carette. "Ninety-two next January. That's why he's so annoyed about it.
My own thoughts delight to linger back among these earlier scenes before the more trying times came. If you will let me, I will try to picture Carette to you as I see her in my mind's eye, and I can see her as she was then as clearly as though it were yesterday.
"I've come to see Carette Ma'm'zelle Le Marchant, I mean," I stammered, very red and awkward. "If you'll come in, I'll tell Miss Mauger," she smiled; and I stepped inside, and was shown into one of the front rooms with the very straight curtains. The room inside was very stiff and straight also.
Its mouth is below tide level, but sometimes the light comes through. If you want brandy, Phil, broach a keg. If you want more tobacco, open a package." "And water?" asked Carette. "About fifty yards along there on the right in a hollow place. You can't miss it." "Keep your hearts up, my children," said my grandfather. "You will be quite safe here. Our work lies outside, and we must get back.
I could ship again in the trading line, and some time, a very long way ahead, I might come to the command of a ship, if I escaped the perils of the sea till that time came. But I could not see Carette very clearly in that line of life. I could join a King's ship, and go fight the Frenchmen and all the others who were sometimes on our side and sometimes against us.
Next day my grandfather and Krok made holiday, in order to carry me over to Peter Port and see the Swallow for themselves, and my mother's fervent "God keep you, Phil!" and all the other prayers that I felt in her arms round my neck, were with me still as we ran past Brecqhou, and I stood with an arm round the mast looking eagerly for possible, but unlikely, sight of Carette.
Has no one ridden across yet?" "But yes, Helier Godfray rode over all right. All the same " said one, with a shrug and shake of the head. "It's as easy as any other road if you've got a steady head and a firm hand," said Torode. "Will you ride, Carette, or walk?" I asked. "I shall lead Gray Robin." She looked down into my eyes for one moment, and I looked up into hers.
She sat gazing silently into the fire, and thought, maybe, of those who lost, and of those whose shares came only to the last cold plunge into the tumbling graveyard of the sea. While as for me, in my own mind I saw visions of stirring deeds, and wealth and fame, and Carette seemed nearer to me than ever she had been since she went to Peter Port.
He was very little changed since I had seen him last. It was the same keen, handsome face, with its long white moustache and cold dark eyes, somewhat tired at the moment with their night duties. "And this is ?" he asked suavely, as I bowed. "It is Phil Carré, of Belfontaine, father," said Carette quickly. "He has come to see you." "Very kind of Monsieur Carré.
That young Torode is no fool, though he is hot-headed enough and as full of conceit as he can hold. And, pergui, he knows what he wants." "And Carette?" Aunt Jeanne's only answer to that was a shrug. She was, as I think I have said, a very shrewd person.
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