THE MIDDLE AGES The little party moved away without attracting notice.

In a time of such prodigious movement the going or coming of a few individuals was a matter of no concern.

The hood that Julie Lannes had drawn over her hair and face, and her plain brown dress might have been those of a nun.

She too passed before unseeing eyes.
Lieutenant Legare was a neutral person, arousing no interest in John who walked by the side of the gigantic Picard, the stalwart Suzanne being in one of the carts beside Julie.

The faint throbbing of the guns, now a distinct part of nature, came to them from a line many miles away, but John took no notice of it.