The pigs were shut up somewhere even yet.

Then the bell on the roof of the little chapel rang once or twice, and I went near.
But this morning there was a closed door before me, the only door in all the place.

I know now that it was the hour of the morning mass, but wondered at the time why the door was closed and why the bell rang.
My going out woke Bertric, and he joined me, saying, half to himself, that he should have been in time for the service.

He, too, looked all the better for the rest, and I dare say that the help of the comb, which Fergus lent us in sheer compassion overnight, had worked no small change in that direction.
We wandered down to the shore and looked at the wreck.

The ship had broken up in the night, and nothing but her gaunt ribs stood in a deep pool on the wet sands.