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Updated: May 11, 2025
And the flow of the river was tumbling now tumultuously, and little waves appeared; for Yann had scented from afar the ancient crags of Glorm, and knew that their ravines lay cool before him wherein he should meet the merry wild Irillion rejoicing from fields of snow.
Much I should have wished to stay and hear the hymn with which they greet the night, that is answered by the wolves on the heights of Mloon, but it was now time to raise the anchor again that the captain might return from Bar-Wul-Yann upon the landward tide. So we went on board and continued down the Yann.
Towards midnight, during a calm, Yann, who had risen softly, beckoned his wife to come to speak with him. It was to go home. She blushed, filled with shame, and confused at having left her seat so promptly. She said it would be impolite to go away directly and leave the others. "Not a bit on it," replied Yann, "my father allows it; we may go," and away he carried her.
"As for me," said Larvoer, of the Reine-Berthe, "I've been told of the death of the grandson of old Yvonne Moan, of Ploubazlanec who was serving his time in the navy, you know, in the Chinese squadron a very great pity." On hearing this, all the men of La Marie turned towards Yann to learn if he already knew anything of the sad news.
Gaud lent her ear to the medley of their songs and shouts soon lost in the uproar of the squalls or the breakers trying to distinguish Yann's voice, and then feeling strangely perplexed if she thought she had heard it. It really was too unkind of Yann not to have returned to see them again, and to lead so gay a life so soon after the death of Sylvestre; all this was unlike him.
She'll think it over and answer you later on. Sit you down a bit, Monsieur Yann, and take a glass of cider with us." It was not the surprise, but ecstasy that prevented Gaud from answering; no words at all came to her relief. So it really was true that he was good and kind-hearted.
Let's go in and drink away the time, till it passes." They poked jokes and laughed loudly over Jeannie Caroff and other beauties; but not even one of them looked up at her window. They were all joyful, except Yann, who said nothing, and remained grave and sad.
At first she was rather astonished that this fisherman should dare so to address her who had come to this ball rather like a young queen, but then delighted, she had ended by answering: "Thank you, Monsieur Yann; and I, too, would rather be with you than with anybody else." That was all.
Sylvestre remained all the time up in his top, where he would hum his old song of "Jean-Francois de Nantes," to remind him of his dear brother Yann, of Iceland, and the good old bygone days. Sometimes, in the depths of the shadowy distance, some wonderfully tinted mountain would arise.
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?
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