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"What have you done then, out there, Philip Vaudin?" she cried, as his boat's nose grated on the shingle. "Pardi, ma garche, we have done nothing." "But the shooting?" "Some one shot at the shelter to see if he was inside, and the rest shot because they thought there must be something to shoot at." "And you have not got him?" asked another disappointedly. "Never even seen him." "Ah ba!"

Let them wait, ma garche, 'twill strengthen their legs to scratch a bit, and 'twill enlighten your mind to hear about Guernsey and Granville. Oh the beautiful country! Mon Dieu, if only I were back there!" They all except, perhaps, Grannie felt for her lonely in a strange land and were inclined to do what they could to make her more contented.

Now he knew, and he answered down: "All right, all right, garche Carterette!" "Are you at the top?" "No, but the rest is easy." "Hurry, hurry, Ranulph. If they should come before you reach the top!" "I'll soon be there." "Are you hurt, Ranulph?" "No, but my fingers are in rags. I am going now. A bi'tot, Carterette!" "Ranulph!" "'Sh, 'sh, do not speak. I am starting."

I thought you would like to come too," her face went rosy with gratitude, and the brave little hands clasped up on to her breast, as she murmured "Oh, M. le Sénéchal!" and choked at anything more. Those nearest gave her rough words of encouragement. "Cheer up, Nance! You'll soon have him back!" "That's a brave garche! Don't cry about it now!" "We'll make it up to him, lass.

I wonder if Monsieur What-is-it? Gard would come back if I could arrange it?" But Nance shook her head again. "Ah ha, ma garche, and you would sooner he did not is it not so?" "I'm quite sure he and Tom would never get on together, and I don't think Mr. Gard would come." "It's worth trying, however. He would be some one to talk to of an evening any way."

Not for what she brought me, but the fact that she came. But it was terrible to me to think of her coming through that Race. I begged her not to, but she would have her way. Three times she risked her life for me " "Three times!" said the Sénéchal. "Ma , but she's a garche to be proud of!" "Ay, and to be more than proud of," said Gard.

Now he knew, and he answered down: "All right, all right, garche Carterette!" "Are you at the top?" "No, but the rest is easy." "Hurry, hurry, Ranulph. If they should come before you reach the top!" "I'll soon be there." "Are you hurt, Ranulph?" "No, but my fingers are in rags. I am going now. A bi'tot, Carterette!" "Ranulph!" "'Sh, 'sh, do not speak. I am starting."

"Then do it now you're having some bad trouble," she rejoined. He leaned over her stall and said to her steadily and with a little moroseness: "See you, ma garche, if I was in trouble I'd bear it by myself. I'd ask no one to help me. I'm a man, and I can stand alone. Don't go telling folks I look as if I was in trouble.

And then, his little suggestion of provocation having broken like ripples on Gard's imperturbability, he turned on Peter and tried to stir him up. "You don't get on any too fast with your making up to la garche, mon gars," he said in the patois again. "Aw Tom!" remonstrated Peter, very red in the face at this ruthless laying bare of his approaches. "Get ahead, man!

I know you, corrupteur! Running after men's wives and our Nance, too! See then you touch la garche and I'll " "See here! We've had enough of this," said Gard, gripping him by the shoulders and shaking him. "If you weren't drunk I'd thrash you within an inch of your life, you brute. Come back when you're sober, and I'll give you a lesson in manners." Tom had been struggling to get his arms up.