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"What were you doing down at the Coupée at that time of night?" asked the Sénéchal. "I had been having a smoke and was just about to turn in when I met Miss Hamon hurrying to the Doctor's for some medicine. I asked her permission to accompany her, and then took her home to Little Sark. It was when I was coming back that I met Tom Hamon."
And then the black eyes opened on him and the whites of them gleamed viciously in the moonlight, and Hamon stood up, and, after a moment's consideration, strode away and kicked about in the bracken till he found the other's knife.
Hamon, writing in later years about his youthful days, says: "Companions and rivals at the same time, we were all working together for the Grand Prix de Rome. Gérôme inspired us all with the love of hard work, and of hard work to the accompaniment of singing and laughing."
"Mon Gyu!" gasped Nance to herself, and went in wondering. "She and Tom wanted me to take my old room again, and I refused," was all he said. "Tom wanted you to go there?" said Mrs. Hamon in amazement. "So she said." Grannie's disparaging sniff was charged with libel. "Well?" asked Tom of his wife, when he came in later on with Peter Mauger, who had come over for supper. "Got your lodger?" "No."
Belasez drew her veil closely over her face, and joined Delecresse and her father's old friend Hamon in the hall. "What a time thou hast been!" said Delecresse, discontentedly. "Do let us go now. I want to be outside this accursed Castle." But to Belasez it seemed like stepping out of the sunlit fold into the dreary wilderness beyond.
And that is how he came to frequent Sercq and made the acquaintance of Rachel Carré. George Hamon, I know, never to his dying day forgave himself for having been the means of bringing Martel to Sercq, and truly he got paid for it as bitterly as man could.
The answer came unexpectedly round the corner of the house Julie Hamon, in a state of utmost dishevelment and agitation, which turned instantly to venomous fury at the sight of Gard and Nance. Her black hair seemed all a-bristle. Her black eyes flamed. Her dark face worked like a quicksand. Her skirts were wet to the waist.
"You looked nice before you went in," chuckled Tom, who never knew when to stop, "but you looked a sight nicer when you came out and sat on rocks with it all stuck to you " "You're a a a disgusting thing, Tom Hamon, and you're just as bad, Peter Mauger!" and she looked as if she would have flown at them, but, instead, jumped up and flung out of the room.
"I'm glad you're not on board there, Carette." "I think I am too just now," she laughed quietly. We took the north road at La Vauroque, where we came on George Hamon, gazing gloomily after Black Boy and his rider, who were flying along the road to Colinette, and judging from his face there was a curse on his lips as he turned to us, which was very unusual with him.
If they were at once pig-headed and hot-blooded and suspicious, they were also warm-hearted and willing to atone for a mistake once they were sure of it. No crowd followed Peter on his last journey but one, though the whole Island had swarmed after Tom Hamon.
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