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The nose is L'Etacq, the forehead Grosnez, the ear Plemont, the mouth the dark cavern by L'Etacq, and the teeth are the serried ledges of the Foret de la Brequette.
Hers was an all-devouring love; the child was her whole life; her own present or future was as nothing; she was but fuel for the fire of his existence. A storm was raging outside. The sea roared in upon Plemont and Grosnez, battering the rocks in futile agony. A hoarse nor'-easter ranged across the tiger's head in helpless fury: a night of awe to inland folk, and of danger to seafarers.
She turned to him; the little figure was erect with a sweet importance. "Maman, what am I now with the sword?" he asked, with wide-open, amazed eyes. A strange look passed across her face. Stooping, she kissed his curly hair. "You are my prince," she said. A little later the two were standing on that point of land called Grosnez the brow of the Jersey tiger.
"There's a gleam of sunshine on it, or we shouldn't have seen it yet. Yes, I think you are about right as to the distance. Now let us take its bearings, we may lose it again directly." Having taken the bearings of the island they went below, and marked off their position on the chart, and they shaped their course for Cape Grosnez, the northwestern point of Jersey.
The hut contained as well a child's chair, just so high that when placed by the windows commanding the Paternosters its occupant might see the waves, like panthers, beating white paws against the ragged granite pinnacles; the currents writhing below at the foot of the cliffs, or at half-tide rushing up to cover the sands of the Greve aux Langons, and like animals in pain, howling through the caverns in the cliffs; the great nor'wester of November come battering the rocks, shrieking to the witches who boiled their caldrons by the ruins of Grosnez Castle that the hunt of the seas was up.
British cruisers sailed the Channel: now a squadron under Barrington, again under Bridport, hovered upon the coast, hoping that a French fleet might venture near. But little of this was to be seen in the western limits of the parish of St. Ouen's. Plemont, Grosnez, L'Etacq, all that giant headland could well take care of itself the precipitous cliffs were their own defence.
They cast anchor for the evening in S. Owen's Bay, sheltered on the north by Grosnez Gape, and on the south by the cliffs that end in the Corbière an extent of nearly five miles. On shore all was bustle and preparation. Sir George's head-quarters were at his cousin's seat, the manor house of S. Owen.
British cruisers sailed the Channel: now a squadron under Barrington, again under Bridport, hovered upon the coast, hoping that a French fleet might venture near. But little of this was to be seen in the western limits of the parish of St. Ouen's. Plemont, Grosnez, L'Etacq, all that giant headland could well take care of itself the precipitous cliffs were their own defence.
She turned to him; the little figure was erect with a sweet importance. "Maman, what am I now with the sword?" he asked, with wide-open, amazed eyes. A strange look passed across her face. Stooping, she kissed his curly hair. "You are my prince," she said. A little later the two were standing on that point of land called Grosnez the brow of the Jersey tiger.
A watch-house here and there sufficed. No one lived at L'Etacq, no one at Grosnez; they were too bleak, too distant and solitary. There were no houses, no huts. If you had approached Plemont from Vinchelez-le-Haut, making for the sea, you would have said that it also had no habitation.
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