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Oxenham, John, 1852-1941

"A Maid of the Silver Sea"


"Peter and me'll maybe have a word with him one of these days, won't we,
Peter?"
"Maybe," said Peter.
"We don't want toads like Gard running off with any of our Sark girls,
do we, Peter?"
"No," said Peter.
"Mr. Gard had better look out for himself or take himself off before
somebody does it for him. There's plenty wouldn't mind giving him a
crack on the head and slipping him over the Coupee some dark night."
As to such extreme measures Peter offered no opinion. He looked vaguely
round the big kitchen as though in search of something that used to be
there, and said--
"How about supper?"


CHAPTER XIV
HOW THEY WENT THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE NARROW WAY

One dark night Gard sauntered down the cutting towards the Coupee,
enjoying a last pipe before turning in.
This had become something of a habit with him. The people of Plaisance,
hard at work all day in the fields, went early to bed and left him to
follow when he pleased. And to stand securely in that deep cleft, just
where the protecting walls broke off short and left the narrow path to
waver on into the darkness, was always fascinating to him.


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