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Updated: June 19, 2025
And the sentence implied beneath this was: "What an incumbrance he'll be to the woman he marries, a husband of that size!" He had turned round as if he had heard her, and had given her a quick glance from top to toe, seeming to say: "Who is this girl who wears the coiffe of Paimpol, who is so elegant, and whom I never have seen before?"
It grieved her to part from mademoiselle, but she had made her little economies a difficult achievement, considering how regardful of her pence Madame had been and she would return to her Breton town, which forty years ago she had left to enter the service of Madame Morin. "But after forty years, Toinette, who in Paimpol will remember you?" "It is I who remember Paimpol," said Toinette.
Then she had her own style of tumbling over the rollers, and rebounding more lightly than many newer ones, launched with all your new fangles. As for the crew of six men and the boy, they were "Icelanders," the valiant race of seafarers whose homes are at Paimpol and Treguier, and who from father to son are destined for the cod fisheries. They hardly ever had seen a summer in France.
She remained for a few moments in thought. Then she said: "C'est drôle, tout de même. I haven't seen the sea for forty years, and now I can't sleep of nights thinking of it. The first man I loved was a fisherman of Paimpol. We were to be married after he returned from an Iceland voyage, with a gros bénéfice. When the time came for his return, I would stand on the shore and watch and watch the sea.
All Ploubazlanec had turned out to look at them. This marriage seemed to excite people's sympathy, and many had come from far around; at each turn of the road there were groups stationed to see them pass. Nearly all Yann's mates, the Icelanders of Paimpol, were there.
She had been told that he was very quick-tempered: one night being rather tipsy in a tavern of Paimpol, where the Icelanders held their revels, he had thrown a great marble table through a door that they would not open to him. But she forgave him all that; we all know what sailors are sometimes when the fit takes them.
The market-place of Paimpol, hedged in on all sides by the old-fashioned houses, became sadder and sadder with the darkling; everywhere reigned silence.
She had not the vestige of a tooth left, and when she laughed she showed her round gums, which had still the freshness of youth. She looked through the window, trying to think of news that might amuse her grandson at sea. There existed not in the whole country of Paimpol another dear old body like her, to invent such funny stories upon everybody, and even upon nothing.
As she knew what respect was due to "Monsieur le Commissaire," she put on her best gown and a clean white cap, and set out about two o'clock. Trotting along swiftly on the pathways of the cliff, she neared Paimpol; and musing upon these two months without letters, she grew a bit anxious. She met her old sweetheart sitting out at his door.
Her cap was in the shape of a cockle-shell, worn low on the brow, and drawn back on either side, showing thick tresses of hair about the ears, a head-dress that has remained from remote times and gives quite an olden look to the women of Paimpol.
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