"I must slide down
there, and they can climb on my shoulders, and you must pull them up."
"And you?" said Camille.
The man seemed surprised that he should be considered in presence of
the danger to his young master.
"You must go to Croisic and fetch a ladder," said Camille.
Beatrix asked in a feeble voice to be laid down, and Calyste placed
her on the narrow space between the bush and its background of rock.
"I saw you, Calyste," said Camille from above. "Whether Beatrix lives
or dies, remember that this must be an accident."
"She will hate me," he said, with moistened eyes.
"She will adore you," replied Camille. "But this puts an end to our
excursion. We must get her back to Les Touches. Had she been killed,
Calyste, what would have become of you?"
"I should have followed her."
"And your mother?" Then, after a pause, she added, feebly, "and me?"
Calyste was deadly pale; he stood with his back against the granite
motionless and silent. Gasselin soon returned from one of the little
farms scattered through the neighborhood, bearing a ladder which he
had borrowed.
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