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We made our way back to the fire and put the wood on so that it blazed at once. Then we saw that the tent had fallen over and lay in a tangled heap upon the ground. We picked it up, and during the process tripped more than once and caught our feet in sand. It s those sand funnels, exclaimed the Swede, when the tent was up again and the firelight lit up the ground for several yards about us. And look at the size of them All round the tent and about the fireplace where we had seen the moving shadows there were deep funnel shaped hollows in the sand, exactly similar to the ones we had already found over the island, only far bigger and deeper, beautifully formed, and wide enough in some instances to admit the whole of my foot and leg. Neither of us said a word. We both knew that sleep was the safest thing we could do, and to bed we went accordingly without further delay, having first thrown sand on the fire and taken the provision sack and the paddle inside the tent with us. The canoe, too, we propped in such a way at the end of the tent that our feet touched it, and the least motion would disturb and wake us. In case of emergency, too, we again went to bed in our clothes, ready for a sudden start. chapter 5 It was my firm intention to lie awake all night and watch, but the exhaustion of nerves and body decreed otherwise, and sleep after a while came over me with a welcome blanket of oblivion. The fact that my companion also slept quickened its approach. At first he fidgeted and constantly sat up, asking me if I heard this or heard that. He tossed about on his cork mattress, and said the tent was moving and the river had risen over the point of the island but each time I went out to look I returned with the report that all was well, and finally he grew calmer and lay still. Then a.de is too fatiguing, and we can t tell what unpleasant sight you may come upon. Lys, you don t really think there is anything supernatural in this affair Dick, she answered gently, I am a Bretonne. With both arms around my neck, my wife said, Death is the gift of God. I do not fear it when we are together. But alone oh, my husband, I should fear a God who could take you away from me We kissed each other soberly, simply, like two children. Then Lys hurried away to change her gown, and I paced up and down the garden waiting for her. She came, drawing on her slender gauntlets. I swung her into the saddle, gave a hasty order to Jean Marie, and mounted. Now, to quail under thoughts of terror on a morning like this, with Lys in the saddle beside me, no matter what had happened or might happen was impossible. Moreover, M ocirc me came sneaking after us. I asked Tregunc to catch him, for I was afraid he might be brained by our horses hoofs if he followed, but the wily puppy dodged and bolted after Lys, who was trotting along the highroad. 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You know the Morbihan proverb When the cormorant turns from the sea, Death laughs in the forest, and wise woodsmen build boats. I wish, said I sincerely, 3m vs n95 mask that there were fewer proverbs in Brittany. We were in sight of the forest now across the gorse I could see the sparkle of gendarmes trappings, and the glitter of Le Bihan s silver buttoned jacket. The hedge was low and we took it without difficulty, and trotted across the moor to where Le Bihan and Durand stood gesticulating. They bowed ceremoniously to Lys as we rode up. The trail is horrible it is a river, said the mayor in his squeaky voice. Monsieur Darrel, I think perhaps madame would scarcely care to come any nearer. Lys drew bridle and looked at me. It is horrible said Durand, walking up beside me it lo.
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He went accordingly, and when he was driven to think for himself by being stopped from talking to me, I suppose he was wise enough to perceive that it is easier to find crosses in one s lot than to feel quite sure that one could change it for a better. I have no doubt that he had not got all he might lawfully have wished for, but, different as our positions were, no more had I, and we both had to do 248 our duty and make the best of life as we found it. It s a very good thing, dear child, to get into the habit of saying to oneself, One can t have everything. I suppose James learned to say it, for he has lived with me ever since. At this moment Joseph called to me through the open window which led into the garden Oh, Selina I am so sorry but when I got to the shop I couldn t remember whether it was a quarter of a yard of ribbon or three quarters that you wanted for the doll s hat. Joseph was always doing stupid things like this. 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