gabas

Updated: May 18, 2025

'They were crosses, he muttered in a voice little above a whisper, while his eyes roved this way and that in terror. 'The Cure of Gabas blessed the place, and set them up. But next morning they were as you see them now. Come on, Monsieur; come on! he continued, plucking at my arm. 'It is not safe here after sunset. Pray God, Satan be not at home!

Stanley John Weyman - Under the Red Robe

I thought of the little hut under the pine wood at Gabas in Béarn, where I was born, and of my father cobbling by the unglazed window, his nightcap on his bald head, and his face plaistered where the sherd had slipped; and I puffed out my cheeks to think that I had climbed so high. High?

Stanley John Weyman - In Kings' Byways