Book Excerpt: ...of St. Gildas.We had sauntered back to the gravel pit while speaking. The men of Bannalec were carrying the bones of the English soldiers toward the St. Gildas cemetery, on the cliffs to the east, where already a knot of white-coiffed women stood in attitudes of prayer; and I saw the sombre robe of a priest among the crosses of the little graveyard."They were thieves and assassins; they are dead now," muttered Max Fortin."Respect the dead," repeated the Mayor of St. Gildas, looking after the Bannalec men. ...
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Book Excerpt: ...of St. Gildas.We had sauntered back to the gravel pit while speaking. The men of Bannalec were carrying the bones of the English soldiers toward the St. Gildas cemetery, on the cliffs to the east, where already a knot of white-coiffed women stood in attitudes of prayer; and I saw the sombre robe of a priest among the crosses of the little graveyard."They were thieves and assassins; they are dead now," muttered Max Fortin."Respect the dead," repeated the Mayor of St. Gildas, looking after the Bannalec men."It was written in that scroll that Marie Trevec, of Groix Island, was cursed by the priest--she and her descendants," I said, touching Le Bihan on the arm. "There was a Marie Trevec who married an Yves Trevec of St. Gildas--""It is the same," said Le Bihan, looking at me obliquely."Oh!" said I; "then they were ancestors of my wife.""Do you fear the curse?" asked Le Bihan."What?" I laughed."There was the case of the Purple Emperor," saidClose...
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