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Tardif occupied himself with mending his nets, pausing frequently with his solemn eyes fixed upon the door of the girl's room, very much as a patient mastiff watches the spot where he knows his master is near to him, though out of sight. His mother went about her household work ploddingly, and Mother Renouf kept manfully to her post, in turn with me, as sentinel over the sickbed.
This, of course, I did not do; but the sound of the words so plaintively spoken, and the sight of her quivering face, rendered her a hundredfold more interesting to me. "Mam'zelle," I said, taking her hand in mine, "if ever you should need a friend, you may count upon Martin Dobrée as one as true as any you could wish to have. Tardif is another. Never say again you have no friends."
But upon Friday afternoon Tardif, who had been down to the Creux Harbor, brought back the information that one of the Sark cutters was about to venture to make the passage across the Channel the next morning, to attend the Saturday market, if the wind did not rise again in the night. It was clear as day what I must do.
They were sufficient for themselves; they and their own affairs formed the world. Tardif would bring home almost daily little scraps of news about the other families scattered about Sark; but of the greater affairs of life in other countries he could tell me nothing. Yet why should I call these greater affairs? Each to himself is the centre of the world.
"Let us be plain then, Madame, and as simple as you please. You concealed this will. Not Tardif but yourself is open to the law." She shrank under the brutality of his manner, but she ruled herself to outward composure. She was about to reply when he added, with a sneer: "Avarice is a debasing vice Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house! Thou shalt not steal!"
Tardif came up to see me whenever he crossed over from Sark, but he had no information to give to me. The chances were that she was in London; but she was as much lost to me as if she had been lying beside my mother under the green turf of Foulon Cemetery. In this manner three months passed slowly away after my mother's death. Dr.
"Nothing!" he assented, dropping his head down upon his hands. No, there was positively nothing he could do for me. There was no person on the face of the earth who could help me. "My poor Tardif," I said, laying my hand on his shoulder, "I am a great trouble to you." "I cannot bear to let you go in this way," he replied, without looking up. "If it had been to marry Dr.
But I do not think she saw more than the first line, for her face went deadly white, and her eyes turned upon me with a wild, beseeching look as Tardif described it, the look of a creature hunted and terrified. I thought she would have fallen, and I put my arm round her. She fastened both her hands about mine, and her lips moved, though I could not catch a word she was saying. "Olivia!"
The boat was too far off for me to see how my sudden appearance affected Olivia. Did she turn white or red at the sound of my voice? By the time it neared the shore, and I plunged in knee-deep to meet it, her face was bright with smiles, and her hands were stretched out to help me over the boat's side. If Tardif had not been there, I should have kissed them both.
It ran: You've shipped me off like dirt. You'll be shipped off, Madame, double quick. I've got what'll bring the right owner here. You'll soon hear from Tardif. In terror she hastened to the library and sprung the panel. The will was gone. Tardif was on his way with it to George Fournel. There was but one thing to do. She must go straight to George Fournel at Quebec.
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