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Mary S. Watts McClure's Magazine, Volume 29, Number 1… (1907)

So the Danes, at first, could make no headway at all, madame, and they were sore and angry. And the young women came and stood on the walls and called out to taunt them: 'Eohric, King of the Danes, why do you not come into Valmi?' But, madame, they laugh best who laugh last. By-and-by they had nothing more to eat in the town, and the Danes would let nothing come in. They were starving, these brave citizens, and they killed rats and mules and ate them, and the children cried for bread. That is to make one mad, madame, when the little children suffer!
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Mary S. Watts McClure's Magazine, Volume 29, Number 1… (1907)

You were not living and in Valmi then!" said Pierre, with fine irony. "They all wore long white dresses, and each one carried a sharp sword in the folds of her clothing, to kill the man she should be allotted to, or, if that might not be, to kill herself. And they sang hymns to the Virgin and made prayers: 'Mater purissima, ora pro nobis! Sancta Virgo virginum, ora pro nobis!' like Père Antoine when he says the litany, madame. Then there came up a great fog out of the sea, and the people that stood and wailed and wrung their hands on the wall could not see, no, not ten paces from the wall.
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Mary S. Watts McClure's Magazine, Volume 29, Number 1… (1907)

Weingartner, I'm so sorry," I said. "My niece is engaged. And I don't think she knows how you feel, or has had any idea of encouraging you. Helen isn't that kind of a girl,"
He looked at me with an extraordinary expression. He had been nervously turning his hat between his hands, and now clapped it on the table with some emphasis.
"Helen—nothing!" said he. "It's you I'm talking about"; and followed this up by a fervent statement, the like of which I have not heard in twenty years.
They say every woman knows—but every woman does not know.
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