Where Deep Seas Moan

and down dale, leaving not a lane undisturbed by its vagaries. It rattled the leafless trees which grew at the ba

But the wind had its revenge, for it blew across the country roads pretty young Blaisette, the daughter of Colomberie, who was going out to spend the evening; and who struggled with all her healthy vigour against the impertinent buffetting of the bleak north-wester. Wh

watermill, whose dingy wheel, green with disuse, was close against the side of the building. Yet there was prosperity to be read in the large open

e member of the parish of Saint Pierre du Bois. It seemed that he did not mind the boisterous wind this ev

aint Pierre du Bois, past the lanes to Torteval parish, and along the high road to Pleinmont, where i

ummit of a cliff overlooking Rocquaine Bay. Its mossy thatched roof overhung tiny latticed windows, whose panes were golden re

ie Farm, was small and plump and very fair, with cheeks of a rosebud pink and lips full and ripe for kisses. The round innocence of her blue eyes looked away all sense from the men, so it was said, and she had lovers by the dozen. Added to her beauty was the attraction of a very desirable little fort

th people in general; and probably Blaisette herself was puzzled as to why she sought Ellenor

th, looked the personification of night beside the sunny beauty of Blaisette's blue eyes and yellow hair. The girl of the cottage was an excellent foil to the girl of

to the group r

open, she stood on the threshold and looked out into the inky blackness of the night. The wind howled and moaned as it entered the kitchen; and a f

Ellenor, you

aps, you will all believe I fear nothing! and if there was need for it I would go bareheaded to Sai

, coming from a woman who sat in

father was here, he would no

r with rebellion in eve

ed House on this very night, and I'll go, m

artier

as you please, it s

ir that looked too heavy for her small head, stuck through

, "so who will go a little way, to see I don't c

hearth. Ellenor walked rapidly up the steep path to the summit of the cliff, then plunged into the darkness of the moorland. Winding in

of the cliffs. Come, quick, let's run, who knows if I can burst open the door, if I won't see

for the girls, with cries of horror, h

e waves below the cliffs and the gradual lulling of the wind. She groped along the wall, till her hands fell a little lower, to a different surface. It was a short wooden door. She pushed against it, gently, but it did not yield. She felt it across and up and down. There was no latch and

of, of a dim lantern beside her, of the stifling nearness of kegs and bales a

ey as hers and as sombre scowled from underneath dark brows and a dark thatch of hair. H

earth, or in hell, has made you come meddling h

ef he mopped up the blood that wa

ill me?" she asked, "

nged open the door. It seems you were falling over the doorstep. You're pretty

And you-you're Monsieur L

tated another blow-then he swore roundly in the

it seems, and it isn't the first time I've thought it. You are no

you were all dressed up then; and I've seen you dri

e like stars as they were lifted to his face. And

Sunday and Dominic Le Mierre in this place, my clothes all wet with sea-wate

't say, I

into the candid, fearless ey

ut, I warn you, if you let ou

. I'd be killed b

ess of her eyes: her long eyelash

It is the best way out of the difficulty. But sit up against this barrel, and drink

eadied her roughly, but not unkindly. Her dark head rested a second against his blue jerseyed shoulder, and once

o carries fish to market, tramp, tramp, all the way in the rain or in the sun! And, moreover, I, Le Mierre, oh, so respectable and fine of a Sunday, pulling a long face in my pe

led and turned

ll, you've told me your secret. I think it's a mean thing to be a smuggler:

quick? I'm inclined to be afraid you'll let

n thought again. But she broke in on his silence, with blazing

erre! A man is not a fool to tru

How is it you like me? You'v

and one can like people

you won't believe it's me you've really seen here. But you must be off-or else the other chaps will catch you. Look here, I'm sorry I've m

keep y

top a bit, how much money do you expect me to

not a

r, you come to me. But quick, you must go, it seems to me I hear somebody comin

ttered to himself, "I'm ensorcelai, that's certain, for