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"I'll give you a dozen now," I cried, jumping up, and giving her the full tale right heartily. "Ma fé, yes! You are getting on, mon gars," she said, as she set the black sun-bonnet straight again. "You tackle Carette that way next time you see her, and " "Mon Gyu, I wouldn't dare to!" And Aunt Jeanne still found me subject for laughter.
For Carette and my mother and home and everything lay up the climbing way, and I believed, poor fool, that I had got the better of a man like Torode of Herm. At sight of us, one came running down from Les Lâches where he had gone at sound of the firing, and greeted us with amazement. "Bon Gyu, Phil Carré! And we thought you dead! And Helier Le Marchant! Where do you come from?
A small brig, unkempt and dirty, was nosing towards the rough wooden landing-stage clamped to the opposite rocks, as though doubtful of the advisability of attempting its closer acquaintance. "Mon Gyu, Bern, how I wish they were all at the bottom of the sea!" said the girl vehemently. "Whe e e w!" whistled the boy, and then with a twinkle in his eye, "Who's got a new parasol now?"
Old Tom and Gard set off after them to see the end of the matter, and suddenly, as the roadway dipped between high banks and became a hollow way, the white beast gave a shrill squeal, flung up his heels, jerked himself free, and vanished like a streak of light into the darkness of the lofty bank in front. "Mon Gyu!" cried old Tom, and sped up the bank to see the end.
"I will, mon Gyu!" and she was off up the zigzag before he had finished. And it would have been a very different man from Peter le Pelley who could refuse the beguilement of Carette's wistful dark eyes, when her heart was set on her own way, as it generally was.
"Now, mon Gyu, but I am glad to see you again, Phil Carré, and to see you two together!" said Elie, with the overflowing heartiness of a fully-satisfied man. "Oh, we're only just taking a ride to see how other folks are getting on," I said. "Carette exchanges me for Monsieur Torode later on. You see I only got home last night and he had asked her already."
Oh, bon Gyu!" and he stood stiff and stark, as the great ship narrowed as she turned towards them suddenly, and came threading her way through the bristling rocks, in a way that passed belief and set the hair in the nape of the boy's neck crawling with apprehension. "Platte Boue!" he gasped, as she came safely past that danger. "Grand Amfroque!" and he began to dance.
"Then hide them," said Aunt Jeanne. "George Hamon knows hiding-places, I trow," at which Uncle George grinned knowingly. "And if Torode comes, swear they are safe in Peter Port. One does not cut gorse without gloves, and lies to such as Torode don't count. Bon Gyu, non!" "That is right," said Uncle George, "and what I advised myself. Philip thinks we might hold them at arm's length, but "
"Whereabouts does the Seigneur live?" he asked presently, and inconsequently as it seemed, but following out a train of thought of his own which needed no guessing at. "The Seigneur? Over there in Sark across the Coupée." "What's the Coupée?" "The Coupée? Mon Gyu!" at such colossal ignorance "Why, ...the Coupée's the Coupée.... Come along, then.
"Here is Judi Le Masurier with a new pink parasol! and a straw bonnet with green strings! and every day you'll see her about the fields without so much as a sun-bonnet on! And Rachel Guille has got a new print dress all red roses and lilac! Mon Gyu, what are we coming to!" She had many such comments and still more unspoken ones.
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