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Talbot Mundy The Thrilling Adventures of Dick Anthony of Arran… (1915)

Usbeg Ali and a dozen men came struggling toward Dick, carrying Colonel Ivanoff, legs upward, fighting for sheer blasphemous disgust with his loss of dignity.
Dick did not smile. He drove his two-edged sword home into its scabbard, and turned aside to think what he should do or say to a man crazed by defeat and shame. And as he turned he heard Andry swear a deep Scot's oath behind him. His eyes sought Andry's—followed their line—and saw the French maid, Marie Mouquin, running uphill, dodging dead bodies and the arms of wounded men stretched out to clutch her skirts.
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Talbot Mundy The Thrilling Adventures of Dick Anthony of Arran… (1915)

Dick writhed. And then a yell that rent the forest burst from the Persian lines below. Nobody thought any longer of the guns, nor of any other thing than how to cross the space between him and the enemy in the shortest time and glut, with steel in yielding flesh, his savage hunger for revenge. For they thought Dick dead.
It was in Andry's iron arms that his breath came back to Dick.
"Stop the fighting if you can!" Dick panted; and the big man got up on his feet, to look around him, and if he might, obey.
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Talbot Mundy The Thrilling Adventures of Dick Anthony of Arran… (1915)

Dick demanded of Usbeg Ali Khan.
Andry brought Marie Mouquin, and stood her before Dick. Soon, timidly and one by one, twenty women followed Usbeg Ali out of blackness and grouped themselves in a semicircle to Dick's right. They were veiled, and behind them in the shadows lurked their menkind, ever watchful.
"They must serve the wounded. There is a woman here, a Feringee, who must know something of the art of aiding wounded. Marie Mouquin!"
The maid stood forward, glancing around for Andry.
"This woman has no husband. She is a prisoner. I mean that her honor shall be strictly guarded.
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