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The Long Night

CHAPTER XXVI
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"My mother is ill," she said in a voice that strove for composure; if they were the enemy, her only hope, her only safety, lay in courage.

"And she is old," she continued.
"Do not harm her." "We come to do harm neither to you nor to her," a voice replied.

And the foremost of the troop, a thick dwarfish man with a huge two-handed sword, stood aside.

"Messer Baudichon," he said to one behind him, "this is the daughter." She knew the fat, sturdy councillor--who in Geneva did not ?--and through her stupor she recognised him, although a great bandage swathed half his head, and he was pale.

And, beginning to have an inkling that things were well, she began also to tremble.


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