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Updated: May 26, 2025
"Whom has he wronged? Myself and my child only his wife and his child. Men have been killed for lesser wrongs, but the right to kill does not belong to you. You speak of killing Philip d'Avranche, and yet you dare to say you are my friend!" In that moment Ranulph learned more than he had ever guessed of life's subtle distinctions and the workings of a woman's mind; and he knew that she was right.
Ranulph, I want you to know that I am at least no worse than you thought me." The look in his face was one of triumph, mingled with despair, hatred, and purpose hatred of Philip d'Avranche, and purpose concerning him. He gloried now in knowing that Guida might take her place among the honest women of this world, as the world terms honesty, but he had received the death-blow to his every hope.
Suddenly a girl came running round the corner of the building. It was Carterette. She was making for the right-hand gun. Ranulph started, the hand that held the match trembled. "Fire, you fool, or you'll kill the girl!" cried Richambeau. Ranulph laid a hand on himself as it were. Every nerve in his body tingled, his legs trembled, but his eye was steady.
"The Lord protect us," he cried, "they're going to fight my ship!" He laughed again till the tears came. "Son of Peter, but it is droll that a farce au diable! They have humour, these fisher- folk, eh, gunner?" "Mattingley will fight you just the same," answered Ranulph coolly. "Oh ho, you know these people, my gunner?" asked Richambeau.
But now and again the figure of Ranulph appeared, and a half-dozen times he took aim with his musket at the French soldiers on the shore. Twice his shots took effect; one man was wounded, and one killed. Then whole companies of marines returned a musketry fire at him, to no purpose. At his ease he hid himself in the long grass at the edge of the cliff, and picked off two more men.
Generations of fishermen had looked upon the yellowish-red limestone of the Perce Rock with a valorous eye, but it would seem that not even the tiny clinging hoof of a chamois or wild goat might find a foothold upon the straight sides of it. Ranulph was roused out of the spell Perce cast over him by seeing the British flag upon a building by the shore of the bay they were now entering.
An evasive "Ah bah!" was the only reply Jean vouchsafed. Ranulph joined his men at the wreck, and the Reverend Lorenzo Dow went about the Lord's business in the little lean-to of sail-cloth and ship's lumber which had been set up near to the toil of the carpenters. When the curate entered the but the sick man was in a doze. He turned his head from side to side restlessly and mumbled to himself.
Such excellent work did Ranulph against the Dutchmen, that Richambeau, the captain, gave him a gun for himself, and after they had fought the Danes made him a master- gunner. Of the largest gun on the Victoire Ranulph grew so fond that at last he called her ma couzaine. Days and weeks passed, until one morning came the cry of "Land!
The tide was well out, the moon shining brightly. Ranulph reached the point where, if the rock was to be scaled at all, the ascent must be made. For a distance there was shelving where foothold might be had by a fearless man with a steady head and sure balance.
Well, I did love and I do love some one else, and I should only be doing right to tell her, and to ask her to let me stand with her against the world." He was looking down at her with all his story in his face. She put out her hand quickly as if in protest and said: "Ranulph ah no, Ranulph " "But yes, Guida," he replied with stubborn tenderness, "it is you I mean it is you I've always meant.
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