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XV
The Return Home
The foremost horseman was one whom Clotilde did not recognize, a big, burly fellow with a kind face, who wore his sword as if it were an article to which he was little used. When the others spoke to the Queen in congratulation and affectionate homage he alone was silent. But when they came to make ready to return, he knelt at her feet and begged a word with her. “Speak,” said Clotilde, who was very weary and eager for home.
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