"If it had not been
for her, I could never have held out. Not for what she brought me, but
the fact that she came. But it was terrible to me to think of her coming
through that Race. I begged her not to, but she would have her way.
Three times she risked her life for me--"
"Three times!" said the Senechal. "Ma fe, but she's a garche to be proud
of!"
"Ay, and to be more than proud of," said Gard. "She has given me my
life, and I will give it all to making her happy."
"I wouldn't swim across to L'Etat for any woman in the world," said the
Doctor. "Because, in the first place, I couldn't. She must have nerves
of steel, to say nothing of muscles. In the dark, too! And you wouldn't
think it to look at her."
"It needed more than nerves or muscles," said Gard quietly.
Not a man among the Islanders--much less a woman--would go anywhere near
the Coupee after dark. Even Nance confessed to a preference for daylight
passages. And Gard, when he went down into Little Sark for a walk, as
part of his cure, could not repress a cold shiver whenever he passed the
fatal spot where two men had gone over to their deaths.
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