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English
1336
Like white sentries stood the three tents of the men on one side of the ridge, and on the other side, half hidden by some birches, whose leaves just shivered as the breeze caught them, the women's tents, patches of ghostly grey, gathered more closely together for mutual shelter and protection. LIKE WHITE SENTRIES STOOD THE THREE TENTS OF THE MEN ON ONE SIDE OF THE RIDGE AND ON THE OTHER SIDE HALF HIDDEN BY SOME BIRCHES WHOSE LEAVES JUST SHIVERED AS THE BREEZE CAUGHT THEM THE WOMEN'S TENTS PATCHES OF GHOSTLY GREY GATHERED MORE CLOSELY TOGETHER FOR MUTUAL SHELTER AND PROTECTION
on usually so scattered and feeble. But it was all swift as a passing meteor, and when I looked a second time his face was normal and he was looking among the trees. And Joan, luckily, had not observed him, her head being bowed and her eyes tightly closed while her father prayed. "The girl has a vivid imagination indeed," I thought, half laughing, as I lit the lanterns, "if her thoughts can put a glamour upon mine in this way"; and yet somehow, when we said good-night, I took occasion to give her a few vigorous words of encouragement, and went to her tent to make sure I could find it quickly in the night in case anything happened. In her quick way the girl understood and thanked me, and the last thing I heard as I moved off to the men's quarters was Mrs. Maloney crying that there were beetles in her tent, and Joan's laughter as she went to help her turn them out. Half an hour later the island was silent as the grave, but for the mournful voices of the wind as it sighed up from the sea.  HAD COME INTO THE EXPRESSION USUALLY SO SCATTERED AND FEEBLE BUT IT WAS ALL SWIFT AS A PASSING METEOR AND WHEN I LOOKED A SECOND TIME HIS FACE WAS NORMAL AND HE WAS LOOKING AMONG THE TREES JOAN LUCKILY HAD NOT OBSERVED HIM HER HEAD BEING BOWED AND HER EYES TIGHTLY CLOSED WHILE HER FATHER PRAYED THE GIRL HAS A VIVID IMAGINATION INDEED I THOUGHT HALF LAUGHING AS I LIT THE LANTERNS IF HER THOUGHTS CAN PUT A GLAMOUR UPON MINE IN THIS WAY AND YET SOMEHOW WHEN WE SAID GOOD NIGHT I TOOK OCCASION TO GIVE HER A FEW VIGOROUS WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT AND WENT TO HER TENT TO MAKE SURE I COULD FIND IT QUICKLY IN THE NIGHT IN CASE ANYTHING HAPPENED IN HER QUICK WAY THE GIRL UNDERSTOOD AND THANKED ME AND THE LAST THING I HEARD AS I MOVED OFF TO THE MEN'S QUARTERS WAS MISSUS MALONEY CRYING THAT THERE WERE BEETLES IN HER TENT AND JOAN'S LAUGHTER AS SHE WENT TO HELP HER TURN THEM OUT HALF AN HOUR LATER THE ISLAND WAS SILENT AS THE GRAVE BUT FOR THE MOURNFUL VOICES OF THE WIND AS IT SIGHED UP FROM THE SEA
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