Village of Vagabonds! In which the hours are never dull! Lost village by the Normand sea! In which lies a paradise of good-fellowship, romance, love, and sound red wine!
CHAPTER TWO
MONSIEUR LE CURÉ
The sun had just risen, and the bell of the little stone church chattered and jangled, flinging its impatient call over the sleeping village of Pont du Sable. In the clear morning air its voice could be heard to the tops of the green hills, and across the wide salt marsh that stretched its feathery fingers to the open sea.
A lone, wrinkled fisherman, rolling lazily on the mighty heave of the incoming tide, turned his head landward.