Many of them had still to sojourn on the island
for the night, but there they were comparatively safe; and Arthur,
Chapeau, and his friends, succeeded in gaining the opposite shore.
Poor Annot was truly in a bad state. When they heard that the ladies had
left Chatillon, she and. her father, and, indeed, all the inhabitants
of Echanbroignes, felt that they could no longer be safe in the village;
and they had started off to follow the royalist army on foot through the
country. From place to place they had heard tidings, sometimes of one
party, and sometimes of another. The old man had borne the fatigue and
dangers of the journey well; for, though now old, he had been a
hard-working man all his life, and was tough and seasoned in his old
age; but poor Annot had suffered dreadfully. The clothes she had brought
with her were nearly falling off her back; her feet were all but bare,
and were cut and blistered with walking. Grief and despair had taken the
colour and roundness from her cheek, and she had lacked time on her
mournful journey to comb the pretty locks of which she was generally so
proud.
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