Max Pemberton,
The Little Huguenot — CHAPTER IX.
(1895)
“ The girl's heart was beating very fast while she listened to the news; tears strove for mastery with her, but were conquered. She was not one to wear her heart upon her sleeve; and it was with complete self-possession that she spoke to the guide. "I thank you for your service in this matter," said she, "it was good of you to hasten here. You must now think of dinner and of rest." "While we find a way of helping our poor friend," murmured the priest. Leaving Pepin and the Abbé in the court, Gabrielle entered her room, and opened her letter with trembling fingers. ”
