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Up and down, up and down, outside the long study windows marched a sentry. Outside the great gate stood another. Even the house door was guarded.
Angéle, her round arms bare, a great apron tied about her, her feet in wooden sabots, was busy scrubbing the kitchen floor of the gate house when the first company arrived. Soldiers were no new sight to the girl by now, but so many here, what could it mean? She dried her hands and clattered out to open the gates.