All sweethearts like to sit on the bench at their cottage door, when night falls. Yann and Gaud did that likewise. Every evening they sat out … Read more The Courting by the Sea
This horizon, which indicated no recognisable region of the earth, or even any geological age, must have looked so many times the same since the … Read more Work Cures Sorrow
In Paimpol again, on the last day of February, before the setting-out for Iceland. Gaud was standing up against her room door, pale and still. … Read more A Curious Rencontre
The trooper continued its course through the Indian Ocean. Down below in the floating hospital other death-scenes went on. On deck there was carelessness of health and youth.
The summer passed sadly, being hot and uneventful. She watched anxiously for the first yellowed leaves, and the first gathering of the swallows, and blooming … Read more The First of the Fleet