But I'm not the first person of French blood that you ever saw, am I ?" He asked the question in a careless tone, but he awaited the answer with anxiety.
"Oh, no," replied Ilse.

"Many people come to the great castle of Zillenstein.

Two Frenchwomen are here now, spies, terrible spies they say, but I can scarce believe it, at least of the young one, Mademoiselle Julie, who is so beautiful, and who speaks to us so gently." "But it may be true of the other of low degree, the surly Suzanne," said blond Olga.
"At least, they're where they can't get back to France as long as this war lasts," said John, looking up at the formidable castle.

"It seems a sad thing to me that women should be spies.

It isn't right." He spoke in his most engaging manner.