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We had nothing to eat all that day, but drinks of water, mixed now and then with a little cognac. For myself it did not matter much, for I had my pipe, but I felt keenly for Carette. She would not admit that she was hungry, but during the afternoon she fell asleep leaning against me, and I sat very still lest I should waken her to her hunger.
Little matter that it might be hours before she came since Jeanne Falla knew that rest was as necessary to a girl as food, if she was to keep her health and good looks. I could wait all day for Carette if needs be, and Gray Robin was already fast asleep on three legs, with the fourth crooked comfortably beneath him. I can live that morning over again, though the years have passed.
"My sister states that you are acquainted with Madame Le Marchant, of Beaumanoir, whom we used to know intimately " "I have known Aunt Jeanne from the day I was born," I said, perhaps a trifle vehemently, for the absurdity of all these precautions between myself and Carette began to ruffle me.
I had never given a thought to any other girl than Carette, unless by way of unfavourable comparison. It is true I had never come across any girl so well worth thinking about.
She did not like the Coupée, I knew, but she would not put me to shame. "I will ride," she said. "You're never going to lead across, Carré?" cried Torode. "And with a horse like a Dutch galliot! Man alive! let me take him over for you! Shall I?" and he bustled forward, looking eagerly up at Carette. "Stand back!" I said brusquely.
Two of them came home hurt from their last trip, and she's gone to take care of them. And now, tell me what you are going to do about it, mon gars?" she asked briskly, when I had taken a drink of the cider. "About what then, Aunt Jeanne?" "Tuts, boy! Am I going blind? What are an old woman's eyes for if not to watch the goings-on of the young ones? You want our Carette. Of course you do.
Carette shivered inside my arm. "Cold, dearest?" I asked. "My heart is heavy. Oh, but I wish it was the day after to-morrow, Phil." "It will come. But we look like having a storm first. Those black clouds " "God's storms I do not mind. It is that black Herm Hark!" and we heard the sound of guns again along the wind. "Do you think they will come here, Phil?" "I think it quite likely, dear.
My mother and my grandfather did not by any means approve my endless battles, I am bound to say, and I do not think I was by nature of a quarrelsome disposition, but it seems to me now that a good deal of my time was spent in boyish warfare, and as often as not Carette was in one way or another accountable for it. Not that herself or her looks could be called in question.
George will come to you as soon as the way is clear. God be with you!" "You are quite sure there are no ghosts about, Uncle George?" asked Carette in a half-scared whisper, for she was still a devout believer in all such things. "I've never seen the ghost of one," said Uncle George, with a laugh. "Here, Phil!
That, for instance, we were no longer boy and girl together. And that, whereas Carette used to look up to me, now the looking up was very much the other way.
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