Chapter 30 THE TERROR COMES TO KéRNAK

"I love him. Oh, Gabrielle, I love him. And-and yet I bade him go to Varenac."

"You love Morice?"

Gabrielle's arm was round her cousin's slender waist as they sat together in the deep embrasure of a window overlooking the clustering heads of the oak-trees, which grew around the foot of the hillock on which the chateau stood, and away over the

            
            

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