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Miss Penny, indeed, got out of her depth twice, to the extent of quite two inches, and shrieked for help, which Charles Svendt gallantly hastened to render; while Graeme and Margaret swam across from head to head, watched enviously by the paddlers in shallow waters.
They went home by the climbing path up the hillside, rested on The Quarter-deck while Charles Svendt got his breath back, and so, by the old Dixcart hotel, and the new one nestling among its flowers and trees, and up the Valley, to the Vicarage. The Vicar was basking in the shade of the trees in front of the house. "Ah-ha Mr. and Mrs. Graeme! Good-morning! You are none the worse for being married?
When Charles Svendt, later on, suggested another dance, Miss Penny bade him go and dance with one of the Sark girls. "But I don't want to dance with any of them. Besides, I don't know any of 'em, and I couldn't talk to her if I did." "Oh yes, you can. They all speak English." "Do they now? It don't sound like it. Come on, Miss Penny.
As dancing only ceased when the sun was about rising, before-breakfast bathing was declared off for that day, and they arranged to meet later on and stroll quietly down to Dixcart Bay during the morning and all bathe together there. Charles Svendt laughingly prepared them for an exhibition of incompetence by stating that his swimming wasn't a patch on his dancing, but that he could get along.
"I'd love to," and in a moment they were whirling in the circle with the rest, but with a grace that none there could rival, gallant dancers as the Sark boys and girls are. "Delightful!" murmured Charles Svendt.
Pixley will have an exceedingly bad time. And he'll probably have a fit on his own account." "Oh, we can hardly expect him to be so kind as all that " "The only one I'm sorry for is Charles Svendt. He's really not half a bad sort, in his way, you know," said Miss Penny. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid, under the circumstances, I can't squeeze out any sympathy even for Charles Svendt." Arrived at St.
"I must get back at once, Graeme. How soon is there a boat?" "Five o'clock. You'll have to stop a night in Guernsey, which is a nuisance." Charles Svendt shook his head in dumb misery. It was crushing to be so far away thirty hours at least, and he gnashing within to be on the spot and at work, learning the worst, seeing what could be done. Then, with a preliminary knock on the door, Mrs.
She and Miss Penny will just take care of her, and no word of the troubles will reach her. That's the thing to do, and maybe you'll find things not as bad as you expect when you get back." But, from the look of him, Charles Svendt had small hope of matters being anything but what he feared.
And Charles Svendt lapsed into thoughtfulness. "This is the Seigneurie," said Graeme, as they turned off the road, through the latched gate, into the deep-shaded avenue. The Seigneur came to them in the Long Drawing-Room, where once upon a time the peacocks danced on the Queen's luncheon. "Your time is getting short, Mr. Graeme," he said, with a quiet smile.
And when Charles Svendt had shaken hands with Margaret and Miss Penny and had found a touch of comfort in the sympathetic droop of their faces and had fancied Miss Penny's bright eyes were at once brighter and mistier than usual and had thanked them again very humbly for all their kindness he turned to say good-bye to Graeme. "Come away, man!" said Jock cheerfully. "I'm coming too.
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