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Title: The Beloved Traitor
Author: Frank L. Packard
Release Date: October 4, 2010 [EBook #34034]
Language: English
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_The Beloved Traitor_
BY
FRANK L. PACKARD
AUTHOR OF "THE MIRACLE MAN," "GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN," ETC.
THE COPP, CLARK CO., LIMITED
TORONTO
COPYRIGHT, 1915
BY FRANK L. PACKARD
There is a Valley called the Valley of Illusion, but beyond it,
sun-crowned, is the Peak of Eternal Truth--and the Way from the Valley
to the Peak is sore beset, for the Way is the Understanding of Things
Real, and its Achievement is the Fullness of Life.
CONTENTS
BOOK I: BERNAY-SUR-MER
CHAPTER
I THE HOUSE ON THE BLUFF
II THE KEEPERS OF THE LIGHT
III THE BEACON
IV STRANGERS WITHIN THE GATES
V "WHO IS JEAN LAPARDE?"
VI THE GIFT
VII WHERE GLORY AWAITS
VIII SHADOWS BEFORE
IX FORKED ROADS
X A DAUGHTER OF FRANCE
XI THE PENDULUM
BOOK II: TWO YEARS LATER
I THE DUPLICITY OF FATHER ANTON
II 26 RUE VANITAIRE
III IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT
IV THE ACCUSATION
V THE SECRET MODEL
VI "JEAN MUST NOT KNOW"
VII MEA CULPA
VIII FLIGHT
IX MYRNA'S STRATEGY
X THROUGH THE FOG
XI THE "DEATH" OF JEAN LAPARDE
XII AT THE "GATEWAY"
XIII DAWN
XIV THE STATUE OF DREAMS
The Beloved Traitor
BOOK I: BERNAY-SUR-MER
-- I --
THE HOUSE ON THE BLUFF
It was a wilder gust than any that had gone before. It tore along the
beach with maniacal fury; and, shrieking in a high, devilishly-gleeful
falsetto, while the joints of the little inn, rheumatic with age,
squeaked in its embrace, shook the Taverne du Bas Rhone much after the
fashion of a terrier shaking a rat. And with that gust, loosening the
dilapidated fastening on the casement, a window crashed inward,
shattering the pane against the wall.
"_Sacre bleu!_" shouted a man, springing smartly to his feet from his
seat at a small table as the rain lashed him.
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