He took them out again, and kissed them, and
put them back.
Thank God, she had got through safely! Thank God! Thank God!
He shivered in the blaze of the sun as his eyes rested on the waves of
the Race, bristling up against the run of the tide as usual, and he
thought of what it might have meant to him this morning.
It had swallowed Bernel. In spite of his hopeful words to Nance, he
feared the brave lad was gone. And it might have swallowed Nance. And if
it had--it might as well have him, too. For it was only thought of Nance
that made life bearable to him.
The sun wheeled his silvery dance along the waters; the day wore
on;--and still no sign of the invaders. Sark looked as utterly deserted
as it must have done in the lone days after the monks left it, when, for
two hundred years, it was given over to the birds, till de Carteret and
his merry men came across from Jersey and woke it up to life again.
And then, of a sudden, his heart kicked within him as if it would climb
into his throat and choke him; for, round the distant point of the
Laches, a boat had stolen out, and, as he watched it anxiously, there
came another, and another, and another.
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