Carette of Sark by John Oxenham
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months. She had never believed me dead, she said, though John Ozanne and
all his men had long since been given up in Peter Port. "Your mother and I hoped on, Phil, in spite of them all; for the world was not all dark to us, and if you had been dead I think it would have been." "And it was thought of you, Carette,--of you and my mother,--that kept my heart up in the prison. It was weary work, but when I thought of you I felt strong and hopeful." "I am glad," she said simply. "We have helped one another." "And we will do yet. I am going to get you out of this." "The good God help you!" When the night began to thin I told her I must go, though it would not be out of hearing. "Be ready the moment I open the gate," I said, "for every second will be of consequence. Now, good-bye, dearest!" and we kissed once more through the rusty bars, and I stole away. The passage in the rock which led up to the gate was a continuation of the natural cleft which formed the chamber. The slope of the rocks left the gateway no more than eight or nine feet high, though, at the highest point inside, the roof of the chamber was perhaps twenty feet above the floor. The same slope continued outside, so that the side walls of the passage were some eight or nine feet high, and fell almost straight to the rock flooring. Both cleft and passage were made, I think, like the clefts and |
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