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About noon I was chatting with Madame Boucher; nothing was going on, all was quiet, when Catherine Boucher suddenly entered in great excitement, and said:
"Fly, sir, fly! The Maid was dozing in her chair in my room, when she sprang up and cried out, ‘French blood is flowing! -- my arms, give me my arms! ' Her giant was on guard at the door, and he brought d'Aulon, who began to arm her, and I and the giant have been warning the staff. Fly! -- and stay by her; and if there really is a battle, keep her out of it -- don't let her risk herself -- there is no need -- if the men know she is near and looking on, it is all that is necessary. Keep her out of the fight -- don't fail of this!"