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Updated: June 22, 2025
She stood, a solitary figure against the sky, on the rough arm of a little harbour where she waited for the return of her father from fishing. She had been watching for the red sail of his boat since three o'clock, but she had turned many times to send hungry, lingering looks at the field, above all at the prominent figure of Le Mierre.
"It seems that Le Mierre is living there just now to work at the iodine. His wife is with him. She is very delicate, it would appear, and not very happy, poor pretty Blaisette!" "Does he beat her?" "So people say. I can believe anything bad of Le Mierre." "It is not surprising. How bad I must be to love such a man! Perrin, why didn't God let me make me, love you instead?"
"Yes, yes!" answered an eager voice, "come in and speak to me Ellenor." "My dear girl," went on the fisherman's even voice, "what are you doing here?" "I've been hiding, there's an hour, from Dominic Le Mierre. Ah, it is no use, I must tell you all, for you never scold me and look black at me, like all the rest do.
She could not bear it. Once more she rushed from Colomberie Farm in bitter despair and unreasoning grief. It was Spring. Dominic Le Mierre still played a double game and there was no talk of an engagement between Blaisette and himself.
Le Mierre, he wanted a bit of fun, him, and you may depend it wasn't nothing good, so he fetched some of his fine friends to go to the Vale. But they wasn't going to walk, them, no such thing! They makes up their minds they'll use the horse of Le Mierre's neighbour, Langlois. They find a good strong white one in a meadow. What do they do but all jump on his back and be off! Wait a bit!
"I'm Ellenor Cartier, yes. And you you're Monsieur Le Mierre, from Orvillière." He scowled and looked for a minute as if he meditated another blow then he swore roundly in the Norman-French that he and all the islanders spoke. "How the devil did you know me in this darkness! You're a witch, it seems, and it isn't the first time I've thought it. You are not a beauty, my girl.
Gusts of rain, and wind that shrieked as if an agony of warning. Then, the mare broke away at last, in a frenzy of terror, and made straight for the edge of the cliffs behind the Haunted House. Not one word came from Dominic Le Mierre as the mare stumbled, fell, and, with a horrible, almost human cry, rolled over and over down the precipitous height.
"It seems I am a very stupid chap, and it takes me a little while to see what a woman is driving at. But though you are too clever for me, Ellenor, and caught me in a fine trap, I can make out the reason, the only reason, why you will be my wife. It is to save Le Mierre from disgrace." "Yes," she replied, "it is; and there is yet one more reason. I can't live to Les Casquets any longer.
She can't know much of men and their ways, her!" "It's the best thing that could have happened, if only it makes her see Le Mierre in his true colours." "Well, we must hope for the best. And, look here, Perrin! Nothing he could do before, no wickedness, no cruelty, could make her leave off caring! But we women, if our looks are held up to scorn well! that's the worst of all.
He laughed gaily, wild with joy at her sweet mood and at the fair prospect the future held for him. "I promise I'll agree gladly to your condition, whatever it is." "Then listen to it. You have promised you'll never give up Monsieur Le Mierre to the constables." Perrin was silent for a long time; then he said, in a voice hoarse with emotion,
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