You have murdered your own child!"
Those who were in pursuit saw him suddenly stagger, as he realised that
the girl, whose identity he had that day learnt for the first time, had
received the bullet he had intended for Adrien Leroy.
With a short, sharp cry, like that of a wounded animal, he missed his
footing, fell backwards into the stream, which at this point was both
wide and deep, and was carried away; drowning before the very eyes of
the man who had so loved and trusted him, and whom he had so bitterly
wronged.
CHAPTER XXVI
The suddenness of the tragedy which had taken place postponed all
further discussion.
The sunlight, streaming through the latticed windows of one of the rooms
in the Castle, shed its rays on the still form of the young girl, who
had given her life for the man she loved so well.
Beside the bed knelt Adrien Leroy, his face buried in one hand, the
other resting upon the still one that lay, white as marble, on the
silken coverlet. He had come, overwhelmed with pain, from the scene on
the terrace, to pour forth a passionate grief and remorse over this
young life that had been so generously given up to save his.
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