" "I am not unprotected," rejoined the poor woman; "there's some one at the window. I must go somewhere into hiding, a long, long way off. ” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. "Troth, and so did you," returned the watchman; "but I couldn't belave it. ‘And you come to me, thinking yourself half French, and expect me to take you in. ” Lucy appeared and appraised him briefly, nonchalantly.
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