Explore "Devereux Book I" by Edward Bulwer-lytton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
THE next evening, when I was sitting alone in my room, the Abbe Montreuil suddenly entered. "Ah, is it you? welcome! " cried I. The priest held out his arms, and embraced me in the most paternal manner.
"It is your friend," said he, "returned at last to bless and congratulate you. Behold my success in your service," and the Abbe produced a long leather case richly inlaid with gold.