Now let us forget it. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. Her long arms handled the sword with a memorized ease and grace. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. ‘Now then,’ said the captain sternly, ‘I’m not going to ask you what you’re doing here. ’ His brows rose. The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners.
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