"
"But I'm not a foreigner--"
"Yes you are, to them. Of course you're not a Frenchman, but all the
same you're not a Sark man. Good thing for you you'd lived with us and
we'd got to know you and like you."
"Yes, that was a good thing indeed. I'm only sorry to have brought you
trouble and to be such a trouble to you."
"If we thought you'd done it of course we wouldn't trouble. But we know
you couldn't have."
"Nothing fresh has turned up?"
"Nothing yet. But Nance says it will, sure. Truth must out, she says."
"It's a weary while of coming out sometimes, Bernel. And I can't spend
the rest of my life here, you know."
"She said you were to keep your heart up. You never know what may
happen."
"Tell her I can stand it because of all her goodness to me. If I hadn't
her to think of I might go mad in time."
"I've brought you a rabbit I snared. Nance cooked it."
"That was good of her. Can you eat puffins' eggs?"
"They want a bit of getting used to," laughed the boy. "But they're
better cooked than raw."
"I can cook them. I found part of an old boat, and I've plugged up all
the holes in the shelter, and I only light a fire at night.
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