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Until we find out who did it, any man may have done it, and we all look at everybody else, just as you do, and say to ourselves, 'Is it you? or you? or you? Though I'm bound to say I've not got the length yet of doubting either you or the Sénéchal, or Gard, and I don't think it's myself.
They saw how his imprisonment on the rock "Ma fé, think of it! all through that storm, too!" had told upon him. His cheeks were hollow, and his eyes sunken, and he looked very weary "and, man doux, no wonder, after eighteen days on L'Etat!" though their friendly shouts had put a touch of colour in his face and a spark in his eyes for the moment. "Now, away home, all of you!" ordered the Sénéchal.
Very briefly the Sénéchal stated that they were there to find out, if they could, how Tom Hamon came by his death, and added very gravely, in a deep silence, that after a most careful examination of the body the Doctor was of opinion that death had been caused, not by the fall from the Coupée, which accounted for the dreadful bruises, but by violent blows on the head with a hammer or some sueh thing prior to the fall.
He's not coming in here as long as I've got a fist to lift against him." "You refuse?" said Martel blackly. "You had better go to the Greffier," said Philip Carré. "The Court will have to decide it." "It is my house." "I'm in charge of it, and I won't give it up till the Sénéchal tells me to. So there!" said Hamon. Martel turned on his heel and walked away, and the three stood looking after him.
Le Pelley, was away or he would undoubtedly have been there too. In his absence the Sénéchal conducted the proceedings. In the front row of school-desks, scored with the deep-cut initials of generations of Sark boys, sat the dead man's widow, tense and quivering, her eyes consuming fires in deep black wells, her face livid, her hands clenched still as though waiting for something to rend.
Then with rough gentleness they bore the body to the boat and laid it under the thwarts. "Men!" said the Sénéchal weightily, as they were just about to climb back into their boats. "This matter brings another matter home to all our hearts. You have been persecuting another man under the belief that he killed Tom Hamon. From what some of us knew of Mr.
And I will get a lantern and come down by Brenière and wave it to you." "Will you do that? It will be like a signal from heaven," he said eagerly, "a signal from heaven waved by an angel from heaven." "And to-morrow I will go to the Vicar, and the Sénéchal, and the Seigneur, if he has come home, and I will make them stop these wicked men from coming here again." "Can they?" "They shall. They must.
The Sénéchal was there, and the Greffier, and the Prévôt and the members of the Court, ex officio, so to speak, and the Wesleyan minister who was on excellent terms with the Vicar, and the Post-Master and his jovial white-haired father, who built the boats and coffins for the community, and had supplied the tables for the feast; and many more a right goodly company of stalwart, weather-browned men and pleasant-faced women, all vastly happy to be assisting at so unusual an event as an English wedding.
Every soul in the Island that could by any means get there, was in or outside the school-house, mostly outside, long before the clock struck two. Never in their lives had they hurried thither like that before. A barricade of forms had been made across the room. Within it, at the school-master's table, sat the Sénéchal, Philip Guille, and the Doctor, and old Mr.
The strange dead man up in the school-house added to their discomfort. It was not until the hastily-constructed litter with its gruesome burden had been sent off to the Boys' School, in charge of the constables and the Doctor, that the Sénéchal caught sight of Nance's eager white face and anxious eyes, in the crowd that lingered still in answer to another whisper that had flown round.
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