F HOPE
CHAPTER XXIII
HOW NANCE SENT FOOD AND HOPE TO HIM
CHAPTER XXIV
HOW HE SAW STRANGE SIGHTS
CHAPTER XXV
HOW HE LIVED THROUGH THE GREAT STORM
CHAPTER XXVI
HOW HE HELD THE ROCK
CHAPTER XXVII
HOW ONE CAME TO HIM LIKE AN ANGEL FROM HEAVEN
CHAPTER XXVIII
HOW THE OTHERS CAME TO MAKE AN END
CHAPTER XXIX
HOW HE CAME INTO AN UNKNOWN PLACE
CHAPTER XXX
HOW NANCE WATCHED FROM AFAR
CHAPTER XXXI
HOW TWO WENT IN AND THREE CAME OUT
CHAPTER XXXII
HOW JULIE MEDITATED EVIL
CHAPTER XXXIII
HOW HOPE CAME ONCE AGAIN
CHAPTER XXXIV
HOW JULIE'S SCHEMES FELL FLAT
CHAPTER XXXV
HOW AN ANGEL CAME BRINGING THE TRUTH
CHAPTER XXXVI
HOW HE CAME HOME FROM L'ETAT
CHAPTER XXXVII
HOW THEY LAID TRAPS FOR THE DEVIL
CHAPTER XXXVIII
HOW THEY LAID THE DEVIL BY THE HEELS
CHAPTER XXXIX
HOW THEY THANKED GOD FOR HIS MERCIES
CHAPTER I
HOW TWO LAY IN A CLEFT
A girl and a boy lay in a cubby-hole in the north side of the cliff
overlooking Port Gorey, and watched the goings-on down below.
The sun was tending towards Guernsey and the gulf was filled witn golden
light. A small brig, unkempt and dirty, was nosing towards the rough
wooden landing-stage clamped to the opposite rocks, as though doubtful
of the advisability of attempting its closer acquaintance.
"Mon Gyu, Bern, how I wish they were all at the bottom of the sea!" said
the girl vehemently.
"Whe--e--e--w!" whistled the boy, and then with a twinkle in his
eye,--"Who's got a new parasol now?"
"Everybody!--but it's not that. It's the bustle--and the dirt--and the
noise--and oh--everything! You can't remember what it was like before
these wretched mines came--no dust, no noise, no bustle, no dirty men,
no silly women, no nothing as it is now. Just Sark as it used to be. And
now--! Mon Gyu, yes I wish the sea would break in through their nasty
tunnels and wash them all away--pumps and engines and houses--everything!"
And up on the hillside at the head of the gulf the great pumping-engine
clacked monotonously "Never! Never! Never!"
"You've got it bad to-day, Nan," said the boy.
"I've always got it bad. It makes me sick. It has changed everything and
everybody--everybody except mother and you," she added quickly.
"Get--get--get! Why we hardly used to know what money was, and now no
one thinks of anyth
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