Marguerite, torn by the most terrible conflict heart of woman can ever know, had resigned herself to its decrees.
But Armand must be saved at any cost; he, first of all, for he was her brother, had been mother, father, friend to her ever since she, a tiny babe, had lost both her parents.

To think of Armand dying a traitor's death on the guillotine was too horrible even to dwell upon--impossible in fact.

That could never be, never.

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