’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. ’ Looking round, she found the little coterie of soldiers crowded into the passage behind them. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation. Why did he take me?’ Martha’s damp eyes were puzzled. I killed him, Nigel. I knew him in spite of his dress. The young man opposite was straining his ears to listen to their conversation. Soldiers were stationed at different points of the street to keep off the mob, and others were riding backwards and forwards to maintain an open space for the passage of the procession.
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