Where Deep Seas Moan

ead, and he spent very little time at home. This special evening he decided to make a pilgrimage to the churchyard of St. Pierre du Bois where his mother was buried. Her grave was close to the

e he had seen her a

nd he saw that she had been crying. On the g

did not expect to see you. I

by the early cutter. I was

. Ah, it is always a woman who thinks of those things! We are such stupid creatures,

ace bent over his mother's grave; then she turned away with a bitter sigh. Perrin lift

in his low, kind voice,

I can't forget quickly

h her hands and shuddere

rch porch," he said, "an

e old stone seat in the grey porch. Presently, with an evident eff

ld you how sorry I was to hear of your mother's

e sad for me. But, of course, you could not help th

that! Tell me, am I very ugly! I k

ls of a baby! Your eyes once more beautiful with long eyelashes; your sad mouth! Ah, Ellenor, how can I speak to you like this quietly! I love

s it yo

st him you love,

enor did not speak:

ew. In Sark, I forgot about him a little. But now I'm back, it seems I can't think of nothing else. I am so frightened of him. Perhaps, some day, when I'm going by the road to Orvillière, he'll come back fr

ion, and in an instant his strong arm was round her.

aid, "I won't bother you to try to love

she whispered, "you're such a good man. I'm so safe with you

n over the woman who had sinned and suffered and over the man who had loved her

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