To listen and watch a man risking life
and liberty in the cause of his country. Her heart, and her mind and
her soul went out to him.
When the soldiers marched on to the scene she was paralysed with
fear. When the order to fire was gives she wanted to ride into their
midst and cry out to them to stop. But she was unable to move hand
or foot.
When the smoke had thinned and she saw the bodies lying motionless
on the ground of men who a moment before had been full of life and
strength: when was added to that the horror of the wounded crying
out with pain, her first impulse was to fly from the sight of the
carnage.
She mastered that moment of fear and plunged forward, calling to the
groom to follow her.
What immediately followed has already been told.
The long, slow, tortuous journey home: the men slowly following with
the ghastly mute-body on the rude litter, became a living memory to
her for all the remainder of her life.
She glanced down every little while at the stone-white face and
shuddered as she found herself wondering if eke would ever hear his
voice again or see those great blue-grey eyes flash with his fierce
courage and devotion.
Once only did the lips of the wounded man move. In a moment Angela
had dismounted and halted the soldiers.
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