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Michel de la Foret was gone, a prisoner. From the dusk of the trees by the little chapel of Rozel, Angele had watched his exit in charge of the governor's men. She had not sought to show her presence; she had seen him -- that was comfort to her heart; and she would not mar the memory of that last night's farewell by another before these strangers. She saw with what quiet Michel bore his arrest, and she said to herself, as the last halberdier vanished:
"If the Queen do but speak with him, if she but look upon his face and hear his voice, she must needs deal kindly by him. My Michel -- ah, it is a face for all men to trust and all women -- "