"I fear our people are falling back," she murmured, trembling so violently that she could barely stand.
"How far?
Where are they, child ?" Her mother's voice was eager.

"Where are they ?" "They are almost under the window!" And then withdrawing her head with a shudder, while she clung for support to the frame of the window: "They are fighting underneath me now," she said.

"God pity them!" "And who is--are we still getting the worst of it ?" Forced by a kind of fascination, Anne looked out again.

"Yes, there is one man, a big man, leads them on," she said, in the voice of one who, painfully absorbed in a sight, reports it involuntarily.

"He is driving our people before him.