The King's men came for her on the fifth morning, and it was not a taking party.
It was one man, unarmed, at nine o'clock, who knocked on the front of a bookbinder's shop in the lower city and waited to be let in, and who took his hat off, and who said, to a girl of eighteen standing in a room with two men who would have died for her and could not have stopped him:
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