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Updated: June 25, 2025
Yes, this was the old grandfather she knew that for the sea had not wanted this old sailor. And many of Yann's relatives, besides, slept here; it was only natural, and she might have expected it; nevertheless, the name upon the tomb had made a sad impression. To waste a little more time, she entered to say a prayer under the old cramped porch, worn away and daubed over with whitewash.
The groups of speechless and anxious women had rapidly formed on the cliff. Gaud, pale and trembling, was there, by the side of her Yann's father. "I'm almost sure," said the old fisher, "I'm almost sure it's them! A red rail and a topsail that clews up it's very like them anyhow. What do you make it, Gaud?
For one like her, accustomed to seeing Parisians, Yann's habiliments were, perhaps, not very stylish; a short jacket open over the old-fashioned waistcoat; but the build of their wearer was irreproachably handsome, so that he had a noble look withal. Smiling, he looked at her straight in the depths of her eyes each time he spoke to her, so as to divine her opinion.
The groups of speechless and anxious women had rapidly formed on the cliff. Gaud, pale and trembling, was there, by the side of her Yann's father. "I'm almost sure," said the old fisher, "I'm almost sure it's them. A red rail and a topsail that clews up, it's very like them, anyhow. What do you make it, Gaud?"
He took off his cap, and pushed back his splendid white locks, which were in curls like Yann's, sat down by Gaud's bedside. His heart ached heavily too; for Yann, his tall, handsome Yann, was his first-born, his favorite and his pride: but he did not despair yet. He comforted Gaud in his own blunt, affectionate way.
A child happening to pass, came to her rescue: "Good-day, Mademoiselle Gaud!" It was one of the little Gaoses, one of Yann's wee sisters. Gaud kissed her and asked her if her parents were at home. "Father and mother are, yes. But brother Yann," said the little one, without intent, of course, "has gone to Loguivy; but I don't think he'll be very late home again." So he was not there?
She had fallen into the habit of going at the early morning right to the end of the headland, on the high cliffs of Pors-Even; passing behind Yann's old home, so as not to be seen by his mother or little sisters.
Yann's parents would have wished a richer wife for their son, naturally, but Gaud was known now as a good, courageous girl; and then, in spite of her lost fortune, she was the greatest beauty in the country, and it flattered them to see the couple so well matched.
His voice was very soft, and its boyish tones contrasted markedly with his tall height and black beard; as he had shot up very rapidly he was almost puzzled to find himself grown suddenly so tall and big. He expected to marry Yann's sister soon, but never yet had answered any girl's love advances.
"You ought to let me carry the money to him, father," she had said. "I shall be pleased to see Marie Gaos. I never have been so far in Ploubazlanec, either, and I shall enjoy the long walk." To speak the truth, she was curiously anxious to know Yann's family, which she might some day enter; and she also wanted to see the house and village.
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