I wondered if my plain speaking had offended her, but I was glad she had heard.
I pulled out of the little bay and ran up my lug and sped straight across to Herm.

Every rock was known to me, even though it showed only in a ring of widening circles or a flattening of the dancing waves into a straining coil, for we had been in the habit of fishing and vraicking here regularly until Torode took possession.

And many was the time I had hung over the side of the rocking boat and sought in the depths for the tops of the great rock-pillars which once held up the bridge that joined Brecqhou to Herm and Jethou.

But now the fishing and vraicking were stopped, for Torode liked visitors as little as did Jean Le Marchant.
And as I went I thought of Carette and how she looked when I spoke about her to her father.

And one minute I thought I had seen in her a brief look which was not entirely discontent, and the next minute I was in doubt.
Perhaps it was a gleam of anger and annoyance.