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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Let me in, Corbet, quick, I bring bad news." In a moment Cartier stood in the kitchen and cried breathlessly, "Have you seen Ellenor? She hasn't been home since early this afternoon!" The ruddy colour left Perrin's tanned face. "My God, no, I haven't seen her! What, then, can have happened?"
But he stopped to Guernsey after all and he married a girl from near here and it was him built Les Casquets. There! that's where she gets her queer ways, Ellenor!" "And now tell me about her plan." "Well, it seems she thought, foolish girl, she'd find out, for sure, if Le Mierre really loves her or only her looks. And she couldn't think of no better way than this mad one.
People wondered what Blaisette saw in the dark scowling girl, who was reserved and offhand with people in general; and probably Blaisette herself was puzzled as to why she sought Ellenor so constantly. The girls were a distinct contrast, not only in character, but in appearance. Ellenor was tall and angular, with a certain nobility and haughtiness of carriage inherited from her fisherman father.
The Haunted House brought to his mind the festival of Les Brandons, when the dreaded place had lost its horror for the time being, owing to the safety that is supposed to lie in numbers. He chuckled as he remembered what a fool he had made of Ellenor. Bah! Once and for all he had done with her! Who cared to look at her now, fright that she was!
Then, with graphic, trembling words, Jean told how Ellenor had gone to Saint Pierre to buy some finery for her wedding bonnet; how, hour after hour, when the snow was thick and the wind howled over the moorland, she had been anxiously looked for; how, at last, in despair, he had said to his wife that he would go to Perrin, for they must be off to look for Ellenor all the way to Saint Pierre Port.
After a minute's hesitation, two or three of the girls followed her, but Blaisette, with a pretty pout, returned to the jonquière by the hearth. Ellenor walked rapidly up the steep path to the summit of the cliff, then plunged into the darkness of the moorland. Winding in and out amongst gorze bushes, she reached at last a large patch of grass.
Ah, it is always a woman who thinks of those things! We are such stupid creatures, we men! She who lies here so often said that to me. I miss her more and more, Ellenor." "Poor Perrin!" she said softly, and for one long moment she looked into the faithful face bent over his mother's grave; then she turned away with a bitter sigh.
Ellenor, in the white gown she had described to him, would stand before the altar, and he, her devoted lover, would take her hand and declare, before God and before the world, that she was to be his wife. Then, the rest of the day would be spent in quiet joy at Les Casquets Cottage, with his mother as the only guest of the Cartiers.
He was bending forward to kiss her as Ellenor entered the room. From the heaven of the last few days, she fell into a hell of jealousy and bitter hatred of Blaisette. At once she turned and fled from the room. It was all very well to speak of his marriage with another girl, when she herself was in his arms. It was another thing to see him kiss the pink and white face of her rival.
"You here, Ellenor!" he cried, sitting down beside her, "on Christmas Day and all alone! Where, then, are all your beaux?" "You know quite well I've got none, and don't want none, Monsieur," she replied sulkily. "Come, come, do you expect me to believe that of a pretty girl like you?" "Pretty!" she echoed scornfully, "it's your Blaisette Simon that's as pretty as a wax doll.
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