"Leave him to me," he said. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. The back windows of the houses (where any such existed) were strongly barricaded, and kept constantly shut; and the fortress was, furthermore, defended by high walls and deep ditches in those quarters where it appeared most exposed. “You must pack for me. It's only right that his people should know where he is and what has happened to him. We've got to make him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again. But go on.
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