HOW TWO LAY IN A CLEFT
A girl and a boy lay in a cubby-hole in the north side of the cliff overlooking Port Gorey, and watched the goings-on down below.
The sun was tending towards Guernsey and the gulf was filled witn golden light. A small brig, unkempt and dirty, was nosing towards the rough wooden landing-stage clamped to the opposite rocks, as though doubtful of the advisability of attempting its closer acquaintance.
"Mon Gyu, Bern, how I... more...
PART ONE: "ALL'S WELL!"
God is; God sees; God loves; God knows. And Right is Right; And Right is Might. In the full ripeness of His Time, All these His vast prepotencies Shall round their grace-work to the... more...
"See this my garden, Large and fair!"—Thus, to his friend,The Philosopher.
"'Tis not too long,"His friend replied,With truth exact,— "Nor yet too wide. But well compact, If somewhat cramped On every side."
Quick the reply— "But see how high!— It... more...
HOW PAUL MARTEL FELL OUT WITH SERCQ
To give you a clear understanding of matters I must begin at the beginning and set things down in their proper order, though, as you will see, that was not by any means the way in which I myself came to learn them.
For my mother and my grandfather were not given to overmuch talk at the best of times, and all my boyish questionings concerning my father left me only the bare knowledge that, like many... more...
NOTE.—It would be impossible to depict the Sark of to-day without using the names native to the Island. All such names here employed, however, are used without any reference whatever to any actual persons who may happen to bear similar names in Sark. The characters are to be taken as types. The incidents are in many cases fact.
If you want murders, mysteries, or mud—pass on! This is a simple, straightforward love-story.