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； than all the other nuns put together； yet； when last month they would fain have made her mother…superior； she begged rather that they would place her below all the rest； and make her the meanest servant of all。〃
〃You never saw her？〃 asked I。
〃Never；〃 he replied。
I was weary of waiting for Father Bernard； and yet I lingered in Antwerp。 The political state of things became worse than ever； increased to its height by the scarcity of food consequent on many deficient harvests。 I saw groups of fierce； squalid men； at every corner of the street； glaring out with wolfish eyes at my sleek skin and handsome clothes。
At last Father Bernard returned。 We had a long conversation； in which he told me that； curiously enough； Mr。 Gisborne； Lucy's father； was serving in one of the Austrian regiments； then in garrison at Antwerp。 I asked Father Bernard if he would make us acquainted； which he consented to do。 But； a day or two afterwards； he told me that； on hearing my name； Mr。 Gisborne had declined responding to any advances on my part； saying he had adjured his country； and hated his countrymen。
Probably he recollected my name in connection with that of his daughter Lucy。 Anyhow； it was clear enough that I had no chance of making his acquaintance。 Father Bernard confirmed me in my suspicions of the hidden fermentation； for some coming evil； working among the 〃blouses〃 of Antwerp； and he would fain have had me depart from out the city； but I rather craved the excitement of danger； and stubbornly refused to leave。
One day； when I was walking with him in the Place Verte； he bowed to an Austrian officer； who was crossing towards the cathedral。
〃That is Mr。 Gisborne；〃 said he； as soon as the gentleman was past。
I turned to look at the tall； slight figure of the officer。 He carried himself in a stately manner； although he was past middle age； and from his years might have had some excuse for a slight stoop。 As I looked at the man； he turned round； his eyes met mine； and I saw his face。 Deeply lined； sallow； and scathed was that countenance； scarred by passion as well as by the fortunes of war。 'Twas but a moment our eyes met。 We each turned round； and went on our separate way。
But his whole appearance was not one to be easily forgotten； the thorough appointment of the dress； and evident thought bestowed on it； made but an incongruous whole with the dark； gloomy expression of his countenance。 Because he was Lucy's father； I sought instinctively to meet him everywhere。 At last he must have become aware of my pertinacity； for he gave me a haughty scowl whenever I passed him。 In one of these encounters； however； I chanced to be of some service to him。 He was turning the corner of a street； and came suddenly on one of the groups of discontented Flemings of whom I have spoken。 Some words were exchanged； when my gentleman out with his sword； and with a slight but skilful cut drew blood from one of those who had insulted him； as he fancied； though I was too far off to hear the words。 They would all have fallen upon him had I not rushed forwards and raised the cry； then well known in Antwerp； of rally； to the Austrian soldiers who were perpetually patrolling the streets； and who came in numbers to the rescue。 I think that neither Mr。 Gisborne nor the mutinous group of plebeians owed me much gratitude for my interference。 He had planted himself against a wall； in a skilful attitude of fence； ready with his bright glancing rapier to do battle with all the heavy； fierce； unarmed men； some six or seven in number。 But when his own soldiers came up； he sheathed his sword； and； giving some careless word of command； sent them away again； and continued his saunter all alone down the street； the workmen snarling in his rear； and more than half…inclined to fall on me for my cry for rescue。 I cared not if they did； my life seemed so dreary a burden just then； and； perhaps； it was this daring loitering among them that prevented their attacking me。 Instead； they suffered me to fall into conversation with them； and I heard some of their grievances。 Sore and heavy to be borne were they； and no wonder the sufferers were savage and desperate。
The man whom Gisborne had wounded across his face would fain have got out of me the name of his aggressor； but I refused to tell it。 Another of the group heard his inquiry； and made answer〃I know the man。 He is one Gisborne； aide…de…camp to the General…Commandant。 I know him well。〃
He began to tell some story in connection with Gisborne in a low and muttering voice； and while he was relating a tale； which I saw excited their evil blood； and which they evidently wished me not to hear； I sauntered away and back to my lodgings。
That night Antwerp was in open revolt。 The inhabitants rose in rebellion against their Austrian masters。 The Austrians； holding the gates of the city； remained at first pretty quiet in the citadel； only； from time to time； the boom of the great cannon swept sullenly over the town。 But if they expected the disturbance to die away； and spend itself in a few hours' fury； they were mistaken。 In a day or two； the rioters held possession of the principal municipal buildings。 Then the Austrians poured forth in bright flaming array； calm and smiling； as they marched to the posts assigned； as if the fierce mob were no more to them then the swarms of buzzing summer flies。 Their practised manoeuvres； their well…aimed shot； told with terrible effect； but in the place of one slain rioter； three sprang up of his blood to avenge his loss。 But a deadly foe； a ghastly ally of the Austrians； was at work。 Food； scarce and dear for months； was now hardly to be obtained at any price。 Desperate efforts were being made to bring provisions into the city； for the rioters had friends without。 Close to the city port； nearest to the Scheldt； a great struggle took place。 I was there； helping the rioters； whose cause I had adopted。 We had a savage encounter with the Austrians。 Numbers fell on both sides： I saw them lie bleeding for a moment： then a volley of smoke obscured them； and when it cleared away； they were deadtrampled upon or smothered； pressed down and hidden by the freshly…wounded whom those last guns had brought low。 And then a gray…robed and grey…veiled figure came right across the flashing guns and stooped over some one； whose life…blood was ebbing away； sometimes it was to give him drink from cans which they carried slung at their sides； sometimes I saw the cross held above a dying man； and rapid prayers were being uttered； unheard by men in that hellish din and clangour； but listened to by One above。 I saw all this as in a dream： the reality of that stern time was battle and carnage。 But I knew that these gray figures； their bare feet all wet with blood； and their faces hidden by their veils； were the Poor Claressent forth now because dire agony was abroad and imminent danger at hand。 Therefore； they left their cloistered shelter； and came into that thick and evil melee。
Close to medriven past me by the struggle of many fighterscame the Antwerp burgess with the scarce…healed scar upon his face； and in an instant more； he was thrown by the press upon the Austrian officer Gisborne； and ere either had recovered the shock； the burgess had recognized his opponent。
〃Ha！ the Englishman Gisborne！〃 he cried； and threw himself upon him with redoubled fury。 He had struck him hardthe Englishman was down； when out of the smoke came a dark…gray figure； and threw herself right under the uplifted flashing sword。 The burgess's arm stood arrested。 Neither Austrians nor Anversois willingly harmed the Poor Clares。
〃Leave him to me！〃 said a low stern voice。 〃He is mine enemymine for many years。〃
Those words were the last I heard。 I myself was struck down by a bullet。 I remember nothing more for days。 When I came to myself； I was at the extremity of weakness； and was craving for food to recruit my strength。 My landlord sat watching me。 He； too； looked pinched and shrunken； he had heard of my wounded state； and sought me out。 Yes！ the struggle still continued； but the famine was sore： and some； he had heard； had died for lack of food。 The tears stood in his eyes as he spoke。 But soon he shook off his weakness； and his natural cheerfulness returned。 Father Bernard had been to see meno one else。 （Who should； indeed？） Father Bernard would come back that afternoonhe had promised。 But Father Bernard never came； although I was up and dressed； and looking eagerly for him。
My landlord brought me a meal which he had cooked himself： of what it was composed he would not say； but it was most excellent； and with every mouthful I seemed to gain strength。 The good man sat looking at my evident enjoyment with a happy smile of sympathy； but； as my appetite became satisfied； I began to detect a certain wistfulness in his eyes； as if craving for the food I had so nearly devouredfor； indeed； at that time I was hardly aware of the extent of the famine。 Suddenly； there was a sound of many rushing feet past our window。 My landlord opened one of the sides of it； the better to learn what was going on。 Then we heard a faint； cracked； tinkling bell； coming shrill upon the