"
"Yes, I will come. But it will be sore leaving Sark. To a Sark-born
there is no other place in the world like Sark."
"All my life I will give to making up for it."
"We will see. Now I must go, or it will be daylight before I get back."
"I shall be in misery till I know you are safe."
"It will be nearly light. I will wave to you from Breniere;" and they
went slowly round to the ledges, and parted with kisses; and in the grey
morning light he could, for a time, follow the little white figure as it
slipped bravely through the bristling black waves of the Race.
But presently he could see her no more, and could but wait, full of
anxiety and many prayers, for the signal that should tell of her safety.
But it did not come, and he grew desperate and full of fears.
CHAPTER XXXIV
HOW JULIE'S SCHEMES FELL FLAT
Nance found the return journey still more trying to her strength, but
she struggled through, and was devoutly thankful when the slack water
under Breniere was reached.
She waded ashore almost too weary to stand, and had to cling to the
rough rocks till she recovered her breath.
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