"Monsieur the colonel," spoke Angelique again into the windy darkness,
"we are not worth half the trouble you are taking for us. I wonder you
do not leave such ridiculous people to drown or get out as we can. But
my tante-gra'mere is so old; please forgive her. My mother and the
children are quite ready. I wish poor Mademoiselle Zhone were with you,
too."
"I will fetch Mademoiselle Zhone out of her house before madame and the
children get in," said Pierre Menard promptly. "As for the delay, it is
nothing, mademoiselle; we must get you all to land as we can."
"Monsieur, will it not be dangerous? I thought of her because she is so
sick. But there is foam everywhere; and the trees are in your way."
"We can find a track," answered the colonel. "Push off, boy."
The boat labored out, and the click of oars in rowlocks became presently
a distant thumping, and then all sound was lost in the wash of water.
Angelique went to the dormer window in the gable. As she threw the
sashes wide she was partly drenched by a wave, and tante-gra'mere sent
from the screens a shrill mandate against wind which cut to the bone.
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