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CHAPTER VIITHE SECRET ORCHARDOnce outside the noisy coffee-room, along in the dimly-lightedpassage, Marguerite Blakeney seemed tobreathe more freely. She heaved a deep sigh, like one whohad long been oppressed with the heavy weight of constantself-control, and she allowed a few tears to fall unheededdown her cheeks.Outside the rain had ceased, and through the swiftly passingclouds, the pale rays of an after-storm sun shone uponthe beautiful white coast of Kent and the quaint, irregularhouses that clustered round the Admiralty Pier. MargueriteBlakeney stepped on to the porch and looked out to sea. Silhouettedagainst the ever-changing sky, a graceful schooner,with white sails set, was gently dancing in the breeze. TheDAY DREAM it was, Sir Percy Blakeney’s yacht, which wasready to take Armand St. Just back to France into the verymidst of that seething, bloody Revolution which was overthrowinga monarchy, attacking a religion, destroying asociety, in order to try and rebuild upon the ashes of traditiona new Utopia, of which a few men dreamed, but whichnone had the power to establish.Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com69