A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 163: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVII. ““} EXACT THE PRICE OF BLOOD.” Tue horror of Mademoiselle de Vrissac at the an- nouncement that her cousin had fallen at the hands of her lover can better be fancied than described. At one fell swoop all her hopes of happiness fell in ruins. Never could she dream of marrying the man who had brought this grievous sorrow upon her and her family. | And yet she could not thrust Raoul from her heart. She found herself thinking more of him and his danger than of the dead cousin to whom, in spite of his faults, she had been sincerely attached. Sudden as had been the growth of the love which had taken possession of her whole being, it was firmly rooted and could not be uptorn. If it were now impossible for her to become the young Gascon’s wife, at least she would live and die his widow. When Raoul appeared suddenly before her in the guise of the Cordelier monk, she had been too amazed and terrified to collect her senses. But on the way back to the Hétel de Bassompierre, she resolved, in spite of a feeling of disloyalty to the stricken woman, who leaned so heavily upon her, to grant his request. For the last time, he had said. For the last time! So, as soon as she could leave the duchess, she hur- ried to the gardens, accompanied by Dame Brigitte, to whom she had given a few hasty words of explanation. Comichoo S (E(©)