traitory

Updated: June 14, 2025

Then M. Étienne, never changing his countenance, slowly, half reluctantly, like a man in a dream, held out his hand. But the old comrades, estranged by traitory, were never to clasp again. As he reached M. le Comte, Grammont fell at his feet. "He was a strong man," said Vigo. He turned Grammont's face up and added the word, "Dead." Vigo adored the Duke of St. Quentin. Otherwise he had no emotions.

Bertha Runkle - Helmet of Navarre