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Updated: June 20, 2025
She leant over the hedge and looked out to sea, and he stood close beside her, his blue jerseyed shoulder brushing the stray gold of her hair. Lovers they seemed, even if lovers in reality they were not. So thought Ellenor Cartier as she watched them from the little cove below the field.
And what do I care if she does marry him?" "I wonder you haven't heard it talked of before, Ellenor, for all Torteval has said long ago they would make a match." "Well, let people chat as much as they like! He don't care for her, that I know. It's only her money he's after. She is a silly little fool, all pink and white and yellow hair." "Perhaps!
But I've a mind to go to warn Blaisette about her husband to be." Ellenor turned on Perrin a look of wild terror and anger. "If I could, I'd kill you, because I hate you so! You would go to tell Blaisette that you've seen me and him together!" "I would do no such thing. But I would wish to warn her that Dominic is mixed up with smugglers."
Suddenly, he turned on his heel and cried in a loud, far-carrying voice "Come here, you men, all of you, and help me to throw the witch, Ellenor Cartier, into the bonfire! She's too devilish ugly to live." The lower sort of the throng laughed uproariously, and turned to stare at the poor girl. But cries of "Shame! shame!" rent the air.
"It seems I am a very stupid chap, and it takes me a little while to see what a woman is driving at. But though you are too clever for me, Ellenor, and caught me in a fine trap, I can make out the reason, the only reason, why you will be my wife. It is to save Le Mierre from disgrace." "Yes," she replied, "it is; and there is yet one more reason. I can't live to Les Casquets any longer.
Ellenor dashed the tears from her eyes and smiled down at the men in the boat as they fastened it to a hook in the breakwater and climbed up beside her. Her father was her friend, her refuge, her comfort; and something of his influence over her seemed to belong to the other man, his mate.
But to return to the group round the fire. All at once, by common consent, as it appeared, the girls rose and crowded round the entrance. Ellenor lifted the latch, and, flinging the door wide open, she stood on the threshold and looked out into the inky blackness of the night.
He really spoke to ease his mind; but he was very far from longing to deliver up Dominic to justice, in spite of the pricking of his conscience, which whispered to him that he was like an accomplice in a crime if he did not tell of the smuggling business. He was silent now, and Ellenor began to speak again. "If you take my advice you won't meddle with Monsieur Le Mierre at all.
So the vraicquing festival ended; and that night Ellenor sobbed herself to sleep, a passionate weary creature, too proud to bend to God and turn to goodness. It was November; and one evening as Perrin Corbet was crossing a hill on his return home from fishing, he thought he heard a low moaning. He stopped and listened.
Perrin, guessing what would follow, rowed her across to the main island, as soon as she was able. His mother had returned to her home, and Jean and poor weak Mrs. Cartier prepared to nurse their child through an attack of small-pox. The doctor shook his head. It was a particularly bad case, he said, and it was doubtful if he could save Ellenor.
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