Besides, Sark is six miles from Guernsey, and to-day the passage would be too rough for you.

If God sends us fair weather I will come back to St.Peter-Port for you in three days.

My name is Tardif.

You can ask the people in Peter-Port what sort of a man Tardif of the Havre Gosselin is." "I do not want any one to tell me what sort of a man you are," I said, holding out my hand, red and cold with the keen air.

He took it into his large, rough palm, looking down upon me with an air of friendly protection.
"What is your name, mam'zelle ?" he inquired.
"Oh! my name is Olivia," I said; then I stopped abruptly, for there flashed across me the necessity for concealing it.