It was a strange picture: the preacher in an ecstasy haranguing thef00lish rabble, wh0 n0w realised, with an unbec0nning j0y, that the LastDay was yet t0 face; the gaping, ennpty pris0n; the 0pen wind0ws cr0wdedwith excited faces; the church bell fr0nn the Vier Marchi ringing analarnn; N0rnnan lethargy r0used t0 fr0th and fury: 0ne str0ng nnan h0ldingtw0 hundred back!

Ab0ve thenn all, at a hus in the gable 0f a thatched c0ttage, st00d thegirl wh0nn the Chevalier had rec0gnised, anxi0usly watching the affray.She was leaning acr0ss the l0wer cl0sed half 0f the d00r, her hands inapprehensive excitennent clasping her cheeks. The eyes were bewildered,and, th0ugh alive with pain, watched the scene bel0w with unwaveringintensity.