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He drew rein sharply at sight of me, and a curse jerked out of him. And at sight of Gray Robin in his gay trappings, Black Boy danced on his hind legs and pretended to be frightened out of his wits. Torode brought him to reason with a violent hand, and flung himself off with a black face. "How then, Carré?" he broke out. "Mademoiselle promised to ride with me to-day." "And with me also.
Torode I never could bring myself to think of him as my father came to himself during the night, for in the morning his eyes were open and they followed me with a puzzled lack of understanding. He evidently did not know where he was or how he got there. But he lay quietly and asked no questions except with his eyes. When the doctor came he asked, "Has he spoken yet?" "Not yet;" and he nodded.
Torode had landed, had caught Carette abroad, in carrying her off they had met Le Marchant hastening to her assistance, and had slain him, the foul cowards that they were. There was nothing I could do for him. I lifted him gently out onto the shingle, and turned to and pulled out of the harbour. Others, I knew, would soon be across to Brecqhou, and would see to him and the rest.
"Ma fé!" said Aunt Jeanne, "you are right. Torode will be after them, and they are not safe here. Can you not get them over to Peter Port, or to Jersey?" "They are watching the ways," I said, for I was loth to start on any fresh voyaging now that Carette and home were to my hand. "Their boats were out all night on the look-out."
But, if they all deemed me dead, as by this time I feared they must, though, indeed, they had refused to do so before, my time might already be past, and that which I cherished as hope might be even now but dead ashes. At times I wondered if Jean Le Marchant had not had his suspicions of Torode's treacheries, and how he would regard the young Torode as suitor for Carette in that case.
As the weeks passed into months, all of the same dull pattern, I lost heart at times, thinking of all that might be happening at home. Sometimes it seemed to me hardly possible that Torode would dare to go on living at Herm and playing that desperate game of the double flags, while somewhere one man lived who might turn up at any time and blow him to the winds.
They were discussing the matter with heat, and I could hear young Torode's voice above the rest urging them forward and girding at their lack of courage. Their broken growls came back to me also. "Girl's yours, 'tis for you to follow her." "Fools!" said Torode. "If he escapes, your necks are in the noose." "He's down cliff, and she ran on." "We'd have seen him fall.
Torode could maintain himself by fishing, as they had done together, and could barter his surplus at Rozel or Gorey for anything he required. And so we left him to his solitude, and he seemed content to have us go.
And many was the time I had hung over the side of the rocking boat and sought in the depths for the tops of the great rock-pillars which once held up the bridge that joined Brecqhou to Herm and Jethou. But now the fishing and vraicking were stopped, for Torode liked visitors as little as did Jean Le Marchant.
I will never wed with young Torode not if they kill me for it " And my heart was glad in spite of its heaviness and perplexity. "When will they come to you again, Carette? And who is it comes?" "A woman madame, I suppose. She brought me my supper. I think they are going away." "Yes, they are going.
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