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Article THE MASONS OF THE MIDDLE AGES. ← Page 7 of 14 →
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The Masons Of The Middle Ages.
bright light flashed from her eyes , as she asked , " What success ?" " We are conquered , " replied both the young men , at the same time . Sabina ' s arms suddenly fell by her side , her colour entirely disappearedand tAvo large tears sloAvlrolled down
, y her pale cheeks . " Oh , my father ! " murmured she , sorrowfully , as she fell upon her chair . Bernharcl had thrown himself into a seat opposite to that of Sabina , whilst Jean hurriedly paced the chamber , a prey to an agitation which increased every instant .
" What shall we do?—what can we do ? " he exclaimed , as he impatiently beat the flag-stones of the chamber Avith his foot . " Lost ! " AA-hispered Sabina , looking steadfastly at Bernhard , without actually seeing him . At this moment a great tumult Avas heard Avithout , and the three friends , although intensely occupied lvith . their OATO
distressed thoughts , at once readily gave attention to the increasing noise . A voice sung , whilst the crowd repeated the chorus of the song then in vogue amongst the Masons . The refrain of this song and chorus had ceased for some minutes ; neA ertheless Sabina , pale , haggard , distress marked
in every line of her lovely face , still listened Avith painful interest . At last she ran to the Avindow , and casting a rapid glance upon the scene beneath , gave a signal to Bernhard and Jean , who had followed her . " They are there , " said Sabina , pointing to the square , now filled with people .
" Who are they ? " asked Jean . " Polydore and his friends . " " What of that % " remarked Bernhard . " What of that ? " replied Sabina ; " they have come hither to insult our misfortunes , and to complete their triumph . " " What folly ! " stammered Jean . " Oh . ' my presentiments do not deceive me , " insisted the young girl ; " listen " . . . .
At that instant footsteps Avere heard ascending the stairs ; the door opened , and Polydore entered with a swaggering air . He looked first at Jean and Bernhard ; then advancing to-Avards Sabina , Avho stood cold and motionless , he boAved to her , his lips still wearing that sneering expression , Avhich noAv seemed almost natural to them .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Masons Of The Middle Ages.
bright light flashed from her eyes , as she asked , " What success ?" " We are conquered , " replied both the young men , at the same time . Sabina ' s arms suddenly fell by her side , her colour entirely disappearedand tAvo large tears sloAvlrolled down
, y her pale cheeks . " Oh , my father ! " murmured she , sorrowfully , as she fell upon her chair . Bernharcl had thrown himself into a seat opposite to that of Sabina , whilst Jean hurriedly paced the chamber , a prey to an agitation which increased every instant .
" What shall we do?—what can we do ? " he exclaimed , as he impatiently beat the flag-stones of the chamber Avith his foot . " Lost ! " AA-hispered Sabina , looking steadfastly at Bernhard , without actually seeing him . At this moment a great tumult Avas heard Avithout , and the three friends , although intensely occupied lvith . their OATO
distressed thoughts , at once readily gave attention to the increasing noise . A voice sung , whilst the crowd repeated the chorus of the song then in vogue amongst the Masons . The refrain of this song and chorus had ceased for some minutes ; neA ertheless Sabina , pale , haggard , distress marked
in every line of her lovely face , still listened Avith painful interest . At last she ran to the Avindow , and casting a rapid glance upon the scene beneath , gave a signal to Bernhard and Jean , who had followed her . " They are there , " said Sabina , pointing to the square , now filled with people .
" Who are they ? " asked Jean . " Polydore and his friends . " " What of that % " remarked Bernhard . " What of that ? " replied Sabina ; " they have come hither to insult our misfortunes , and to complete their triumph . " " What folly ! " stammered Jean . " Oh . ' my presentiments do not deceive me , " insisted the young girl ; " listen " . . . .
At that instant footsteps Avere heard ascending the stairs ; the door opened , and Polydore entered with a swaggering air . He looked first at Jean and Bernhard ; then advancing to-Avards Sabina , Avho stood cold and motionless , he boAved to her , his lips still wearing that sneering expression , Avhich noAv seemed almost natural to them .