"George Hamon knows hiding-places, I trow,"-- at which Uncle George grinned knowingly.

"And if Torode comes, swear they are safe in Peter Port.

One does not cut gorse without gloves, and lies to such as Torode don't count.

Bon Gyu, non!" "That is right," said Uncle George, "and what I advised myself.

Philip thinks we might hold them at arm's length, but--" "It would mean many lives and to no purpose, may be, in the end," said Aunt Jeanne, shaking her head.
"I can hide them where none will ever find them," said Uncle George.
"Ma fe! it does not sound too tempting," said Carette.
"Since we are together, I am content," I said; for rest and the assurance of Carette's safety were the only things I cared about just then.
"Bien! So am I," said Carette.