Carette of Sark by John Oxenham
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can. And," I said, plunging headlong at my chief object in coming, "my
reasons stand there," and I pointed to Carette, who jumped at the suddenness of it, and coloured finely, and bit her lip, and sped away on some household duty which she had not thought of till that moment. Monsieur Le Marchant smiled, and the two young men laughed out. "Ma foi!" said the old man. "You are frank, mon gars." "It is best so. I wanted you to know, and I wanted Carette to know, though I think she has known it always. I have never thought of any but Carette, and as soon as I am able I will ask her to marry me." "Whether I have other views for her or not?" said her father. "No other could possibly love Carette as I do,"--at which he smiled briefly and the others grinned. "I have only one wish in life, and that is to care for her and make her happy." "That is for the future, so we need not talk about it now. If you make a fortune at the privateering--who knows?" "And what can you tell me of Torode, monsieur? Is he the best man to go out with?" "He has been more successful than most, without doubt," and the keen cold eyes rested musingly on me, while he seemed to be turning deep thoughts in his mind. "Yes. Why not try him? And after your first voyage come across again, and we will talk it over. Martin,"--to the man who had given me good-morning with his musket,--"you are too long away from your post. |
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