Perhaps Nance and the Vicar and the Senechal had prevailed after all!
Perhaps something had turned up at last to prove to the Sark men their
misjudgment! Perhaps--well, any way, it was good to be left alone.
He lay there, laxed with the over-strain of all this upsetting, but
rejoicing placidly in this one more day of life.
He felt like one granted a day's respite as he stands on the scaffold
with the rope round his neck.
Never had the sun shone so brightly. Never had the silver sea danced so
merrily. It might be the last he would see of them.
And the sun wheeled on towards Guernsey, and made his deliberate
preparations for a setting beyond the ordinary; for the sun, you must
know, takes a very special pride in showing the great cliffs of Sark
what he can do in the way of transformation scenes and most transcendent
colouring.
And Stephen Gard lay there under the ridge on L'Etat, with the wonder
and beauty of it all in his face and in his heart, and said to himself
that it was probably the last sunset he would ever see, and he was glad
to have seen it at its best.
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