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Updated: June 8, 2025
We drove past Moie de Bretagne, with the green seas leaping up its fretted sides and lacing them with rushing white threads as they fell. How often had Carette and I sat watching that white lacery of the rocks and swum out through the tumbling green to see it closer still. Good times they were, and my thought shot through them like an arrow as we swung past Rouge Cane Bay and opened Gorey.
A cock in the Beaumanoir yard woke suddenly and crowed, and the challenge was answered from La Vauroque. Jeanne Falla's pigs grunted sleepily at the disturbance. The pigeons rumbled in their cote, and the birds began to twitter in the trees about the house. And behind the white curtains there, Carette lay sleeping.
The Race was running furiously through the Gouliot, but I would have got through it if it had been twice as strong. There was a wild fury in my heart at thought of Carette in Torode's hands, which ravened for opposition for something, anything, to rend and tear and overcome.
Then you can see her." "Thank you, m'sieur. I think I will go now." "Going back same way?" "Yes, sir." "I'll see you off. Sure you can manage it?" "Oh yes. Good-bye, Carette!" as he moved towards the door. "Good-bye, Phil! I'll be at Aunt Jeanne's just as soon as I can," piped Carette, out of the darkness of her inner room.
So we sat on the short salt turf and waited. "Tiens!" said Carette, pointing suddenly. And looking, we saw three boats pull out from the channel between Herm and Jethou.
"I don't like it," said Aunt Jeanne again, with a foreboding shake of the head and a meaning look at me. "Well, we won't be the first to cross," I said, to satisfy her. "We'll see how the others get on, and no harm shall come to Carette, I promise you."
"That's nothing if it brings me to Carette, Aunt Jeanne ." "Well, then?" "I wish you'd tell me something." "What, then?" she asked warily. "I get a bit afraid sometimes that Carette is not intended for a plain common Sercqman. Has M. Le Marchant views " "Shouldn't be a bit surprised, mon gars. I know I would have if she were mine.
Inseparables these two, except when the Gouliot waters were in an evil humour and rendered the passage impossible, for her home was on Brecqhou and his was on Sercq. Fortunately for their friendship, Aunt Jeanne Falla lived on Sercq also, and Carette was as often to be found at Beaumanoir as at her father's house on Brecqhou, and it was to her father's liking that it should be so.
"Jean Le Marchant and Martin were lying sick on Brecqhou " "They are safe at Beaumanoir." "Carette does not know about Helier yet." "Better so for the present. We buried him yesterday on Brecqhou. She believed him dead long since, as did the others." Carette jumped up out of the heather, at sound of our voices, and came running towards us.
So my little question held a mighty meaning, and no wonder my heart went quicker than my feet and set me stumbling over them as I waited for her answer. "Not to-morrow, Phil," she whispered, and my heart stood still. Then it went on its way like a wave out of the west, when she murmured, "It's to-day we ride, not to-morrow," meaning that we had danced the night out. "Then you will, Carette?
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