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The rest had been killed, except some few who were said to have got across to France. To my great relief neither young Torode nor his mother was among the dead or the captives. Krok was supposed in Sercq to be with my grandfather in Guernsey, and his absence excited no remark.
I thought much of Carette and my mother, and my grandfather and Krok, and I walked each day for hours, to and fro, to and fro, to keep myself from falling sick or going stupid. But the time passed slower than time had ever gone with me before, and I grew sick to death of that narrow cleft in the rock.
And after that, boy as I was, and as wild and thoughtless as most, I do not think I ever wounded Krok's soul again, for it was like striking a faithful dog or a horse that was doing his best. But better times came to Krok, at all events when my mother began to teach me my letters.
I say we, but, in truth, in these, and all other matters, except the regular routine of living, I was for a considerable time kept apart from my fellows by the deafness brought on by the explosion. I lived in a little soundless world of my own with those dearest to me, Carette, and my mother, and my grandfather, and Krok, and Jeanne Falla, and George Hamon.
"We got home together that morning they carried you off. He went to Aunt Jeanne's and I went home. When Krok burst in with the news about you, I hurried across to Brecqhou. On the shore of the bay was a boat, and in it Helier lay dead with a bullet through his head." "Oh, Phil!" in a voice of anguish, for Helier had been her favourite.... "And who ?" "Those who took you without doubt."
But my boyish recollections of Carette, Carterette in full, but shortened by everyone to Carette, unless it was Aunt Jeanne Falla under very great provocation, which did not, indeed, happen often but was not absolutely unknown, my recollections of Carette, and of my mother, and my grandfather, and Krok, and George Hamon, and Jeanne Falla, are as bright and rosy as the dawns and sunsets of those earlier days.
I peeped through the window before going in, and saw the table laid for supper and my mother busy at the hearth. She turned when I entered, supposing it was my grandfather and Krok, and then with a cry she was on my neck. Ah, how good it was to feel her there, and to find her unbroken by all the terrible waiting!
But I think" and there was a touch of pride in her pleasure at it "she has been here every time she has come across to see Jeanne Falla. She is a good girl ...and I think she is prettier than ever." But for myself I thought that was perhaps because she saw her with new eyes. "And my grandfather? and Krok?" "Both well, only much troubled about you.
"How long must he stop here, Monsieur le Docteur?" "It depends," he said, looking at me thoughtfully. "Another week at all events. You want to take him home?" "He is better at home." "I must keep him for a week at all events." So that day I took over some provisionings for Krok, and found him well advanced with his building.
And once again I would say that to my mother, Rachel Carré, and to my grandfather and Krok, and to William Shakespeare and John Bunyan and to my grandfather's great Bible, I owe in the first place all that I know. All those books he made me read very thoroughly, and parts of them over and over again, till I knew them almost by heart.
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