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THE HAND OF YVONNE.
We did not long remain upon the field of battle.

Indeed, if we lingered at all it was but so that Mademoiselle might bandage Michelot's wound.
And whilst she did so, my stout henchman related to us how it had fared with him, and how, having taken the two ruffians separately, he had been wounded by the first, whom he repaid by splitting his skull, whereupon the second one had discharged his pistol without effect, then made off towards the road, whilst Michelot, remembering that I might need assistance, had let him go.
"There, good Michelot," quoth Mademoiselle, completing her task, "I have done what little I can.

And now, M.de Luynes, let us go." It was close upon seven o'clock, and night was at hand.

Already the moon was showing her large, full face above the tree-tops by Chambord, and casting a silver streak athwart the stream.