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The Refugees

Chapter 32. The Lord Of Sainte Marie

Word Count: 3693    |    Released on: 17/11/2017

, for the sun was so low in the heavens that the bushes in the clearings threw shadows like trees. Then suddenly, as

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The Refugees
The Refugees
“It was the sort of window which was common in Paris about the end of the seventeenth century. It was high, mullioned, with a broad transom across the centre, and above the middle of the transom a tiny coat of arms—three caltrops gules upon a field argent—let into the diamond-paned glass.”