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Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
[Illustration: He felt that he must make his presence known. (Chapter
XV.)
_Adrienne]_ _[Frontispiece]_
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
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MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS
"The vividly human and moving story of Rowena and her wonderful power
of influence in the lives of others will do every one good to read.
Charmingly told in Amy Le Feuvre's best manner."—_Northants Evening
Telegraph._
"A romance of a most pleasant and captivating character."—_Ladies'
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A GIRL AND HER WAYS
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a modern girl who is fortunately possessed of the right spirit that
enables her to overcome her difficulties."—_The Record._
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NOEL'S CHRISTMAS TREE
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ADRIENNE
BY
AMY LE FEUVRE
WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED
LONDON AND MELBOURNE
1928
Printed in Great Britain by Butler & Tanner Ltd., Frome and London
CONTENTS
CHAP.
I. A LETTER
II. AN ACCIDENT
III. GODFREY SPEAKS
IV. THE COUNT'S ARRIVAL
V. AT THE CHÂTEAU
VI. HER AUNT'S CONFIDENCES
VII. THE LOSS OF AN HEIRLOOM
VIII. LITTLE AGATHA
IX. A CONTEST OF WILLS
X. A MORNING RIDE
XI. A SUMMONS
XII. AT HOME AGAIN
XIII. WHY THE COUNT WENT AWAY
XIV. THE NOTARY'S DEFEAT
XV. ILLNESS AT THE CHÂTEAU
XVI. LOVERS
XVII. WED
XVIII. HUSBAND AND WIFE
XIX. ALAIN'S TUTOR
XX. AGATHA'S WARNING
ADRIENNE
CHAPTER I
A LETTER
SHE stood at the dining-room window looking out upon a snowy world.
The cypresses and firs at the end of the lawn were bowed down with
their weight of purity. There was great light, great stillness in the
atmosphere. And there was majestic grandeur in the groups of snow-laden
trees, and in the white hills that held tiny villages in their folds.
The girl's eyes were dreamy, and a trifle wistful. Her dark curly hair
was unfashionably twisted up into a thick knot at the back of her
small, well-shaped head. She had straight determined features, and a
slim dainty figure. Her dark wine-coloured jumper and skirt suited her.
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