For he had gone
cautiously over the ground beforehand, and decided that if there was any
possibility of being knocked overboard unawares, he would prefer to go
over the much gentler slope on the right, where one might even at a
pinch find lodgment among the rubble and bushes, than over the sheer
fall into Coupee Bay, where you could drop a stone almost to the shingle
below.
Nance knew nothing whatever of the matter, or she would undoubtedly and
most reasonably have had something to say about it. But knowledge of it
could only upset her, and so perhaps himself, and he had carefully kept
it from her. Little Sark, moreover, was more isolated than ever by
reason of the Coupee mystery, and word of his goings and comings--save
such as had La Closerie for their object in the day-time--never reached
her.
They were in grievous sorrow down there over Bernel. Gard still preached
hope, but each day's delay in its realisation seemed to them to make it
the more unlikely, and their hearts were very sore.
Julie had gone about her work for days after Gard's return like a bereft
tigress.
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