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"Then hide them," said Aunt Jeanne. "George Hamon knows hiding-places, I trow," at which Uncle George grinned knowingly. "And if Torode comes, swear they are safe in Peter Port. One does not cut gorse without gloves, and lies to such as Torode don't count. Bon Gyu, non!" "That is right," said Uncle George, "and what I advised myself. Philip thinks we might hold them at arm's length, but "
"Jeanne Falla, we want your views," said my grandfather. "It is in my mind that Torode will come back for these two. Phil holds his life in his hand. What others know is hearsay, but Phil can swear to it. I cannot believe he will rest while Phil lives. He can bring sixty or eighty ruffians down on us, and I doubt if we can put thirty against them. What does your wit suggest?"
Will you be crossing the Coupée?" "I suppose so." "Well, take my advice, and get down and lead over. It's more than a bit crumbly in places. I've made young Torode promise not to ride Black Boy across." "All right! When can I have Gray Robin?" "Now if you like." "I'll be back at four. May I have some of your roses, Uncle George?" "All of them, if you like, mon gars.
I will see you safe first and then see to Torode;" and seeing that I was fixed on this, she urged my going no more. She gave me her hands again through the bars and I kissed them, and kissed them again and again, and would not let them go.
"It is Monsieur Torode." "Torode!" she gasped, and bent with me to make sure. "Bon Dieu, how came he here?" "That I don't know. This seems not the hiding-place Uncle George supposed. I was wakened by his trying to strike a light, and I thought he was a ghost." I hoped he was dead, and so an end to all our fears from him.
There are ten of them dead, and the rest are in our hands about twenty, I think and every man of them damaged. They fought like devils." "Many of ours hurt?" I asked. "We've not come out whole, but there's no one killed. Where's your grandfather?" "Wounded on Herm, but not seriously, M. Tourtel says." "Seen anything of Torode himself, Hamon?" asked Tourtel. "Haven't you got him?
You will?" "You're late in the day, you know," she said, teasing still, as maids will when they know a man's heart is under their feet. "But I only got home this evening " "Monsieur Torode asked me hours ago." "But you haven't promised him, Carette?" and I felt as though all my life depended on her answer. "I said I'd see. But "
Young Torode's visible intention of keeping to himself as much of her company as possible put me on my mettle, however, and when he dropped her into a seat after that dance, I immediately claimed the next. I could dance as well, I think, as any man in Sercq at that time, but I felt myself but a clumsy sailorman after watching young Torode.
I had been telling her of the doings in Paris, and in Nantes and elsewhere, and she had been dreadfully interested in it all, when suddenly she jumped up with a sharp "Phil, you are horrid to-day. I believe you have been telling me all these things just because Monsieur Torode is a Frenchman." "Torode? Pardie, I had forgotten Torode for the moment!
I heard my own name mentioned, and presently he disappeared and his place was taken by an older man whom I knew instinctively for the great Torode himself.
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