Pictures and Legends from Normandy and Brittany

Voorkant
G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1881 - 320 pagina's
 

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Pagina 21 - Loïk Guern lit his pipe, said a few words to his godfather, and hastened back to the ferry. But Maharit was gone, and the boat was gone too ! He gazed anxiously across the river, and up and down its banks, now cold and sombre in the gathering darkness. There was no sound or sign of living thing.
Pagina 21 - she cried. The words died away on her lips, for she saw shadowy forms standing on the gloomy banks ; they stretched their arms towards her with menacing gestures, and she drew back shuddering. She knew these were the spirits of the murdered wives of Commore. Maharit uttered a loud cry and fell lifeless in the bottom of the boat.
Pagina 66 - Forbear, my son. That was not his fault ; the old man was childish and feeble ; he grew so to depend on Logonna that he could not bear him out of his sight : he was besotted over him." Jehan had grown calm and like himself, and
Pagina 21 - There was no answer, and now the boat reached the current, but instead of passing across to the opposite shore they shot rapidly down the river. "Stop, stop, my friend, for pity's sake!" cried Maharit in an agonised voice.
Pagina 19 - and Maharit ; they were betrothed, and were to be married two days after the " Pardon of the birds," which, as every one knows, happens every year in the month of June at the entrance of the forest of
Pagina 19 - On the banks of the river an old oak stands at some distance from the ferry, its almost branchless trunk leans far over the stream and looks as if it must fall into the water. It is a very ancient tree, and a weird legend is attached to it. Many years ago there lived in the village of Clohars a young couple called
Pagina 58 - I will know what you are hiding from me." Then she took her hand away and spoke more gently : " You must pardon me, Monsieur Logonna, but suspense makes me vehement and uncourteous." She looked at him sweetly, he could scarcely restrain his love from showing itself. " My friend,"—he kept his eyes on the
Pagina 27 - take me to my betrothed." But in his agitation he forgot to say the word " living? The boatman took no heed ; the boat drove on. Then, with an impulse over which he had no control, Guern in wild despair struck the ferryman with the consecrated branch. The strange man uttered a terrible
Pagina 176 - pride, But cease from all companionship so shared, And only have the hours his pity spared.
Pagina 48 - should he lay on her his perplexity ? There was no one to advise him, his old friend Picard had gone to Normandy to secure some property he held there. So Jehan had to keep his troubles to himself, and he went about all that day with an anxious face and a troubled spirit.

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