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The Refugees

CHAPTER XXII
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I saw him put out his hand to her hair, even as you sprang from the window.

Another instant and he would have had her scalped.

But she is a fair woman, the fairest that ever my eyes rested upon, and it is not fit that she should kneel here upon these boards." He dragged her husband's long black cloak from him, and made a pillow for the senseless woman with a tenderness and delicacy which came strangely from a man of his build and bearing.
He was still stooping over her when there came the clang of the falling bridge, and an instant later the clatter of the hoofs of a troop of cavalry, who swept with wave of plumes, toss of manes, and jingle of steel into the courtyard.

At the head was a tall horseman in the full dress of the guards, with a curling feather in his hat, high buff gloves, and his sword gleaming in the sunlight.

He cantered forward towards the scaffold, his keen dark eyes taking in every detail of the group which awaited him there.


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