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That evening, when the pupils were gathered together before the fire in the schoolroom, as was their custom before going to bed, Ermengarde came in with a letter in her hand and a queer expression on her round face.
The words of doom cried by the angel shattered in an instant his presumptuous peace.
Her voice, frail and high as a boy's, was heard intoning from a distant choir the first words of a woman which pierce the gloom and clamour of the first chanting of the passion:
I am glad that you are here, John Carter, for I know your loyalty to my princess and two of us working together should be able to accomplish much."
