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Uncle Bernac

CHAPTER VIII
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But in any case your scheme is out of the question, for my own affections are pledged to a young lady in England.' He looked wickedly at me out of the corners of his grey eyes.
'Think well what you are doing, Louis,' said he, in a sibilant whisper which was as menacing as a serpent's hiss.

'You are deranging my plans, and that is not done with impunity.' 'It is not a matter in which I have any choice.' He gripped me by the sleeve, and waved his hand round as Satan may have done when he showed the kingdoms and principalities.

'Look at the park,' he cried, 'the fields, the woods.

Look at the old castle in which your fathers have lived for eight hundred years.

You have but to say the word and it is all yours once more.' There flashed up into my memory the little red-brick house at Ashford, and Eugenie's sweet pale face looking over the laurel bushes which grew by the window.
'It is impossible!' said I.
There must have been something in my manner which made him comprehend that it really was so, for his face darkened with anger, and his persuasion changed in an instant to menace.
'If I had known this they might have done what they wished with you last night,' said he, 'I would never have put out a finger to save you.' 'I am glad to hear you say so,' I answered, 'for it makes it easier for me to say that I wish to go my own way, and to have nothing more to do with you.


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