The holy men of the early Church, beholding it from the shore of Normandy, had marked it for a refuge from the storms of war and the follies of the world.

So it came to pass, for the honour of God and the Virgin Mary, the Abbe of Val Richer builded a priory there: and there now lie in peace the bones of the monks of Val Richer beside the skeletons of unfortunate gentlemen of the sea of later centuries--pirates from France, buccaneers from England, and smugglers from Jersey, who kept their trysts in the precincts of the ancient chapel.
The brisk air of early autumn made the blood tingle in Guida's cheeks.
Her eyes were big with light and enjoyment.

Her hair was caught close by a gay cap of her own knitting, but a little of it escaped, making a pretty setting to her face.
The boat rode under all her courses, until, as Jean said, they had put the last lace on her bonnet.

Guida's hands were on the tiller firmly, doing Jean's bidding promptly.

In all they were five.