"We don't mind," said Bernel, and they went along together.
"This always strikes me afresh, each time I see it, as one of the most
extraordinary places I've come across," said Gard, as they dipped down
towards the Coupee.
"Wait till we're coming home," said Bernel hopefully.
"Why?"
"You see those clouds over there? That's wind--sou'-west--you'll see
what it's like after church."
"Your gales are as extraordinary as all the rest--and your tides and
currents and sea-mists. I suppose one must be born here to understand
them. We have a fine coast in Cornwall, but I think you beat us."
"Of course. This is Sark."
"And does no one ever tumble over the Coupee in the dark?"
"N--o, not often, any way. Nance once saw a man blown over."
"That was a bad thing to see," said Gard, turning towards her. "How was
it?"
"I was coming from school--"
"All alone?"
"Yes, all alone. The others had gone on; I'd been kept in, and it was
nearly dark. It was blowing hard, and when I got to the first rock here
I thought it was going to blow me over. So I went down on my hands and
knees and was just going to crawl, when old Hirzel Mollet came down the
other side with a great sheaf of wheat on his back.
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