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That was evident from his uncouth talk and foolish ways, and the small boy's mind was made up in a moment. Carette was watching anxiously, with a wild idea in her mind that if she flung herself at the preventive man's feet and held them tightly, the boy might wriggle away and escape. But the boy had a brighter scheme than that.
But I did not believe it would be Torode, for he had his hands full down below, and Carette was to him only a very secondary matter. I half hoped it might be young Torode, for the hurling of my hatred on him would have been grateful to me. But I thought it would be the mother, and in that case, though I would use no more violence than might be necessary, nothing should keep me from Carette.
I ought to have gone across to Peter Port to lay my information before them there, but, you understand, Carette was more important to me. But surely Sercq need fear nothing from Herm," I said, looking round on them. "Ah, you don't know," said my grandfather. "We are but few here just now. So many are away to the wars and the free-trading. How many men does Torode carry?"
And as we sat on the soft turf among the empty shells, looking out over the long line of weather-bitten headlands and tumbled rocks, with the blue sea creaming at their feet, I suppose I must have heaved a sigh, for Carette laughed and said "Ma fé, but you are lively to-day, Phil." "I'm sorry," I said.
And, besides, Aunt Jeanne would keep looking at me, as she reeled it off in her sharp little voice, which was softer than I had ever heard it before, and that made Carette and all the other girls look at me also, till I was glad when she was done, I was getting so uncomfortable.
He seized his right hand with his left, and held it and quieted himself by a great effort. And slowly and jerkily he wrote, in letters that fell about the page, "Carette Torode " and then the charcoal fell out of his hand and he rolled in a heap on the floor. My heart gave a broken kick and fell sickly. It dropped in a moment to what had happened.
"Not for long," nodded my grandfather, with assurance. "We must give Monsieur Torode business of his own to attend to nearer home. Once Peter Port knows all we know, his fat will be in the fire." "And the sooner the better," said Carette. "And Krok?" I asked, tardily enough, though not through lack of thought of him. "Your grandfather thinks he must have broken a blood-vessel yesterday.
My mind was, set to make the most of my good fortune, but the thought of young Torode, and of Carette riding back with him, kept coming upon me like an east wind on a sunny day, and I found myself more tongue-tied than ever I had been with her before, even of late years. Did she care for this man? Had his good looks, which I could not deny, cast dust in her eyes?
But my dear mother, guessing perhaps what was in me, gave me full measure. "Jeanne Falla has a party to-night, my boy, and Carette is stopping with her. You should go down and give them a surprise." "I will go," I said, and jumped up at once to see if, among the things I had left behind when I went away, I could find enough to rig myself out suitably to the occasion.
"It's a risky business, after all, Phil," to me, sitting on the green-bed and feeling rather sheepish. "I know, grandfather. But there are risks in everything, and " "And, to put it plainly, he wants Carette Le Marchant, and he's not the only one, and that seems the quickest way to her," said George Hamon. My mother's quiet brown eyes gave a little snap, and he caught it.
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